Set back from the shoreline and dwarfed by a row of giant hemlocks, a solitary mountain ash, still in its infancy, stands in the snowy field. The tree is not yet of an age to give shade in the summer but I am sheltered by branches of memory. It was the fall of 1957…
A blustery winter snow storm, descending from the north, ushered in the new year. All lines of delineation were erased from the landscape. The shoreline merged with the snow-covered lake and the stones of the terrace blended into our white house. Milky cream clouds painted the horizon and heaven and earth were one. As…
Sheltering with the Loons 