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This is how the repartee unfolds as we get ready to hit the trails each week. There is a flurry of text messages, emails, and phone calls regarding all the wonderful places in town to stretch our legs.
Our eyes met on the trail where many great relationships ignite. I had just headed down the hill and came face to face with a pretty rare reptile in these parts, a wood turtle.
The way I see it, there were many advantages to growing up with a whole slew of brothers. We spent most of our days crawling around in the dirt or rerouting streams using mud and sticks.
Like any decent anglophile, I’m pretty attached to all things British. What’s not to love about their polite queuing, scones and clotted cream, the royals, the BBC, a good block of Stilton and, of course, the Beatles.
I’ll come clean that I spend a lot of time fantasizing when I am in the woods. But, rest assured these fantasies are mostly g-rated and they go back in time to the days of the Bering land bridge between Asia and North America and lots of cool animals sauntered over to our neck of the woods.
By this time of year, birders around town have had plenty of time to amp up their feeding stations.
Over the past few weeks, when I have been traipsing around in the dark, I have heard great horned owls calling.
The other day I was in the center of West Suffield, believe it or not, getting ready to go to church when I caught sight of a boxelder bug making his way up the column in the sunshine.
This fall, I have seen lots of mushrooms and been tempted around every corner, but leave the gathering of them to the experts.
This time of year our beloved sugar maples are getting all the attention.