Now that the ground has really frozen, some of us can cross a few jobs that we didn’t quite get to off the list.

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When people aren’t complaining about drought, conversations turn to dog ticks. How many did you pick off your dog or yourself today?
A Year of Winter Finches Ahead
Hobblebush leaves are nice in the summer, colorful in autumn, but now, as they unfurl, they might be at their best: an intricate tapestry, white against tan. An elegant tan that we’re probably supposed to call ecru.
Twin fawns are frolicking in the evening. It’s so innocent seeming, it’s hard not to feel a sense of anthropomorphic dread on their behalf.
Brooks that often dry up in late summer around here have dried up. It is getting closer to late summer than I like to acknowledge,and it has been abnormally droughty.
Tonight, they’re calling for frost – hopefully the last frost – in cold spots.
Jefferson salamanders are the earliest vernal pool visitors, arriving even when there’s lots of ice.
The ground beneath female white ash trees is littered with seeds. Almost white, they look fresh and optimistic. Makes me think there’s hope.