First Snow


I knew the snow had started when I realized it was quiet.

Snow in North Carolina is an unusual thing, both in frequency and because of the general public response to it. East of the mountains, which  are another beast entirely, we get a snowfall or two in a typical year, somewhere between January and March. More often than not, they are ephemeral, arriving in secret by night and melting away over the next series of mornings with little fanfare. But these usual non-events trigger an apocalyptic panic.

“Get your bread and milk now,” everyone will say with a wry smile when snow is in the forecast. It’s a tired joke, dry and self-deprecating. Even after you say it to a coworker with a roll of your eyes, you still make a note to drop by the grocery store on the way home.

Continue reading


Species Feature: Carolina Wren

When I moved into my summer housing, I noticed right away that the burnt-out lighting sconce by the entryway was stuffed full of debris–leaves, pine needles, twigs. I wondered if some bird had nested there, long ago. When I walked up to the house earlier this evening, though, a bird rocketed out of the alcove and right over my head.

Aha! Not an old nest, then, but a current one! I dragged a chair out to climb up and investigate, but the nest was too high for me to reach, even then. I went out to the porch to restrategize and found a visitor perched on the railing, watching me: a Carolina wren, with a bill full of nesticropped-carolina-wren-209621_960_720.jpgng materials. Upon seeing a human blocking its path, it retreated hastily to a skinny tree opposite the gravel walkway, where it observed until it decided I wasn’t so scary after all and began working on the nest again.

Continue reading

Little Deers

Even as I finished setting up this blog, I found myself in the path of a great nature moment. I was sitting on the front porch, typing and formatting away as dusk settled in around me, when a motion dead-ahead of me caught my eye. There was a doe white-tailed deer crossing the lawn with careful, tentative steps. I was pleased, but not surprised; I’d encountered deer in the evening a few times before.


As she ventured further forward, though, a fawn crept into view from behind a tree. It was delicate, splotched with white dots and probably no higher than my knee. I’d only ever seen fawns in the wild once before, and they had been nearly full-grown. This beautiful, improbable little thing seemed almost as though it could curl itself up in a pillowcase.

I couldn’t help myself–I reached for the phone. It was a silly decision, since I knew the camera zoom wouldn’t be enough to get a remotely decent picture, but I did it all the same. The wicker seat creaked when I shifted, loud enough that both bodies froze and both heads swung my way. After assessing me for a moment, they continued on with a new touch of hurry. Suddenly, a second fawn came lurching out of the woods and after its family. Twins! I watched them finish the crossing together, headed off to some quieter place.

It felt like a special gift to share a moment with such a delightful family. It was especially nice that going for the camera didn’t ruin things. Some moments are better savored than captured. Maybe those three will cross my path again some other evening. If not, though, this is a memory I will be perfectly content with.

Gratefully yours,