To me, spring means the following: Palm Sunday, Easter, and fat, frisky robbins; irises, crocus, forsythia and daffodils; mud, intermittent sun, and end-of winter snowstorms. For NPS seasonals, spring is also "hiring season"--that fateful time of year when re-hires are hailed back to parks they've known and loved, and new hires must choose among competing offers, …
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Super Bloom and Spirit Food
"There were no lies here. All fancies fled away. That's what happened in all deserts. It was just you, and what you believed." Terry Pratchett It has been 11 years since the last super bloom in Death Valley. 11 years since conditions have been just right—soaking winter rains, warmth at …
The Great Forgetting
I arrived in Bozeman, Montana the third week in May more than ten years ago. The lawns of the university campus were mowed into a tidy green cross-hatch and I remember flicking off my sandals and having lunch under a blossoming crabapple tree. The sun-warmed grass was soft under my feet. It was my first …
Cherries, Lindens, and Gingkos: Reciprocity Lessons with Fort Tryon’s Trees
Spring is here, more or less, but New York City never saw a sustained winter. As Leo reminded us last week, climate change is here and now, and I witness its effects every morning as I jog through my beloved, bouldered backyard. Fort Tryon Park feels to me more alive and biodiverse than any corner of the city below. Mice, squirrels, …
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Frozen Diamonds, Fire and Ice–Old Faithful Winter Sojourn
"Wheresoever you go, go with all your heart." Unknown Diamonds sparkle in winter sunlight. …
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Writing the Wild 