The Suffield Observer (https://thesuffieldobserver.com/author/abby-wolcott/)
As spring morphed into summer, I continued feeding the birds long past my usual time. Let’s face it, it had been an endless stretch on house arrest, and I was hanging on to the birds as a way to elevate my spirits.
Memorization and recitation were kind of a thing back in the day. I recall having committed The Gettysburg Address to memory and The Lion and Albert, among other things.
There are many things in nature that are fleeting: the monosyllabic call of the woodcock, the chorus of spring peepers, the big travel night for amphibians, shooting stars, fields bursting with fireflies, fluffy dandelions heads, and, of course, spring wildflowers.
Back in the summer when I was 18, my parents were really cramping my style. I couldn’t wait to cut the apron strings and head off to college.
When we were growing up, my best friend and I liked to channel our inner primate by heading for the trees. We’d spend lazy afternoons climbing towering white pines with all their branches about to give way.
These wintry days I am dreaming of the ocean. Days with my feet in the sand listening to the lapping of waves and casting my eyes on that big expanse of ocean until it merges with the sky.
Some people just know how to beat the cold. My friend in high school was one of them.
One November night in an attempt to get away from my roommate’s clutches, I toddled down to the triple on the other side of the dorm where my friend lived. There, as the skies were darkening, my friend told me about the night she lost her dad.
Recently, I had a chance encounter with a wildlife biologist in the woods. It was on par with meeting a rock star, and I briefly lost my ability to speak, which is something my family has been wishing for. I hung on her every word as she talked about migratory birds and habitat until eventually her narrative turned towards rabbits.
I have always thought of running as a solitary endeavor. Traveling around the beautiful roads of Suffield this time of year it is easy to spot runners and their telltale washboard abs.