While gardening comes to a stop in the winter, its companion activity, composting, doesn’t have to.
Sometimes it pays to be an insomniac. One frigid winter night, I climbed out of my restless bed and slipped outside to stand under a sky littered with stars and take in the complete silence of darkness.
White oaks are majestic trees for larger formal landscapes, as well as for natural landscapes. Many species are native to our country, with the main one recognized by several states.
Every winter, the snow’s bluster and cold have me dreaming of the fantasy garden I’ll plant in the coming spring; the new season always seems to come far too late.
The Green Mountain Club, the maintainer and protector of Vermont’s Long Trail, is hosting its 24th annual Winter Trails Day on Saturday, March 7.
On a walk one winter afternoon, I spotted two white objects darting across a snow-covered field. White on white, they were difficult to identify at first. It was a short-tailed weasel chasing a snowshoe hare.
Stowe-based Protect Our Wildlife is sponsoring a free workshop on how to capture the best wildlife images on trail cameras. The event is Tuesday, Feb. 25, at 7 p.m. at the St. Michael’s College Dion Family Student Center in Colchester.
Late one January afternoon, my husband and I stood on the shore of a frozen pond below the summit of Camel’s Hump, admiring the view. Suddenly we heard familiar calls, and a flock of robins flew over. Robins? In winter? In the mountains?
We know that climate change is different from weather, but here in Vermont, it sure seems that extreme weather — particularly heavy rain, flooding and windstorms — is on the rise.
The eighth annual Uberwintern Fatbike Festival 2020 is Saturday, Jan. 11, from 8 a.m. to 5 p.m. in Stowe, sponsored by Stowe Trails Partnership and Mountain Bike Vermont.
Two chipmunks vie for seeds on our front lawn. One lives directly underneath the bird feeder. Another hails from the far side of the house, address unknown.
Tucked behind a stonewall on the edge of a hardwood forest, my 6-year-old students and I spy on an Eastern gray squirrel (Sciurus carolinensis) as it climbs out of a tree cavity and scurries down to the ground. There is a dusting of snow.