The end of a long wet summer delivered a bountiful crop from the bois d’arc trees. When we returned from our August vacations, the paths to our front door were littered with round green pods the size and hardness of softballs. The first time you see one, its surface mapped with …
A spider bit me in the face Saturday morning, after I stepped right into its web. I could feel it there right above the orbit of my right eye, and pinc…
This summer our front fence has been overtaken by passion vine, Passiflora incarnata, a plant with leaves like creeping ragweed and a flower that looks…
Monday morning before dawn this spider greeted me at the threshold of our kitchen bathroom, exposed on the floor as I reached in with the hand that was…
You could still hear the cicadas after the fireworks and after the rain, and their carapaces were there to be discovered all around this neighborhood w…
We’re at the Texas coast this week, enjoying the beach in the rain, and exploring the unlikely wildlife corridors created by petrochemical rights of wa…
I didn't get far from my desk during the week, but I did get out with the dog every morning. Mostly on the sidewalk, where Thursday we came upon a myst…
Saturday morning the East Austin Street Retriever and I headed out into the woods behind the factories right at daybreak, a little after 6 a.m. She’s b…
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