Batting and Birding

A thrush, because I’d been wrong, Burst rightly into song In a world not vague, not lonely, Not governed by me only. –On Having Misidentified a Wildflower, by Richard Wilbur Despite our walls and our sanitized homes, we are not … Continue reading

Cold Spring, NY

Man, this time, my “something new” was so rough.  I took a trip to Cold Spring, New York, to visit two close friends at their getaway home.  In the past, I’ve stayed with them in Manhattan, but for years they’ve … Continue reading