Phenology Journal: Finches-in-the-Thistles Time
When nodding and Canadian thistles turn all to down, then golden finches haunt the fields…
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When nodding and Canadian thistles turn all to down, then golden finches haunt the fields…
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Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time…. John Keats,…
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There is no plateau on which Nature rests at midsummer, but she instantly commences the…
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The field of Nature being beyond the power of any one man to cultivate in…
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When I am restless, this landscape doesn’t seem enough, these few acres of woods and…
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The Second Week of the Firefly Moon, the First Week of Middle Summer, the Second Week…
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The other night, the wind blew hard across the village. I lay awake for a…
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On earth and only on earth are sunset glow, green leaf, and eyes to see…
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