Tag: spring
Guest Post by Leslie Day Amelanchier canadensis, or the downy serviceberry tree, is one of the first to bloom in early spring in the northeastern United States. New York City has just gone through a long , brutally cold, and snowy winter. The snow has finally disappeared, but there are new puffs of white dotting…
Guest post by Bryan MacKay With a cautious nod to what seems to be (let's hope) the arrival of Spring in Maryland, we offer the following April excerpt from Bryan MacKay's A Year across Maryland, his week-by-week guide to enjoying the natural world in JHUP's home state. Rockfish (Striped Bass) Fishing Season Opens Rockfish, that…
Guest post by Bryan MacKay With a cautious nod to what seems to be (let's hope) the arrival of Spring in Maryland, we offer the following April excerpt from Bryan MacKay's A Year across Maryland, his week-by-week guide to enjoying the natural world in JHUP's home state. Rockfish (Striped Bass) Fishing Season Opens Rockfish, that…
Guest post by Peter Filkins Randall Jarrell said that writing poetry was like walking across a field at night while hoping to be struck by lightning. While the fickle and unpredictable nature of genuine inspiration can be much like that, there are also poems that you know are sort of there and waiting to be…
Guest Post by Holly Dugan Early spring is, famously, cruel. The bite of winter is still sharp, even “whan that Aprille with his shoures soote / the droghte of Marche hath perced to the roote” (“when that April with his sweet showers pierce the drought of March”). Chaucer's famous opening lines of the Canterbury Tales…
Guest Post by Holly Dugan Early spring is, famously, cruel. The bite of winter is still sharp, even “whan that Aprille with his shoures soote / the droghte of Marche hath perced to the roote” (“when that April with his sweet showers pierce the drought of March”). Chaucer's famous opening lines of the Canterbury Tales…
After a stalled spring, much of the Mid-Atlantic region leapfrogged from winter to summer last week. When temperatures reached ninety degrees, spring ephemerals, which had huddled underground in shivering clumps, emerged with the speed of time-lapse photography. Dormant gardens took shape before our eyes. In that spirit, we bring you “The Garden,” a poem in…
After a stalled spring, much of the Mid-Atlantic region leapfrogged from winter to summer last week. When temperatures reached ninety degrees, spring ephemerals, which had huddled underground in shivering clumps, emerged with the speed of time-lapse photography. Dormant gardens took shape before our eyes. In that spirit, we bring you “The Garden,” a poem in…