Farming/Nature

Bear Cub Visitor

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In the afternoon of Thursday, May 14, long-time Suffield residents, Jeb Walton and Jenn DiGennaro watch a bear cub who decided to check out the trees in their backyard on Russell Avenue.

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The Wildest of Flowers

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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.

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New Record for April Snow

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The photographer was too late to picture the lacy, half-inch snow clusters as they floated down onto the spring greenery on April 18, but it was a record-breaking amount for this late in April.

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Taking A Break To Enjoy Nature

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During one of our explorations during the past few weeks, my husband, Mel, and I discovered this delightfully beautiful State Conservation land in West Suffield off Babbs Road, just down from the entrance to Babb’s Beach.

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Earth Day – the Best Day of the Year

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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. They were spoiling my relaxation vibe with things like summer jobs, curfews and chores I was supposed to do around the house. So after we packed up the station wagon and pulled into my dorm parking lot one late August afternoon, like Sherpas, they unloaded my stuff and beat a hasty retreat. I was pretty happy about that as I was planning on reinventing myself and lurking parents were not part of that picture.

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Legacy Trees and their Storied Existence

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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. We’d be gone for hours and come home reeking of sap. That was something we could live with, as it was a small price for freedom and a bird’s eye view. We weren’t the only ones climbing trees to pass the time.