Jim Bonesteel of Averill Park, New York, has been writing software that’s used to run robots all over the world for more than 30 years. And yet his interests outside of work are anything…
Knots and Bolts
A Look a Swiss Forests
We were surrounded by mountains, some as high as 14,000 feet. It was May and snow was still to be seen on the summits. As we hiked upward, trees became scarcer and stunted, growing only very…
Galinsoga: Secret Ingredient
There is nothing showy about Galinsoga (Galinsoga parviflora). An annual garden weed with unobtrusive flowers, Galinsoga seldom grows taller than 18 inches. Its rays are widely spaced, giving…
Yellow Jackets on a Bender
At this time of year, yellow jackets take advantage of the plethora of fermented fruit that lies underneath fruit trees. Because the queen stops producing eggs in the fall, workers have time…
Six Months of Flowers
Eighteen wildflowers from forests, fields, and wetlands, arranged by when they first bloom. Wildflower season in the northern forest begins in April and continues until the last weeds fruit in…
Documenting the Apocalypse
“In the next years, all of the ash trees in the Hubbard Brook Forest will be deleted,” said Matt Ayres. “We’re in a position to study that with more resolution and…
Emerald Ash Borer in Michigan
Editor’s Note: On news of the emerald ash borer’s advancement in the Northeast, we reached out to forester Nicholas Sanchez in Michigan for a glimpse of what a mature infestation…
Universal Lessons in Israel’s Forests
I’ve traveled to Israel many times, but on my most recent trip, I found the forested hills between Tel Aviv and Jerusalem more awe-inspiring than ever. The hills are blanketed in tall…
Late Summer Corts
This slimy, purple mushroom belongs to the genus Cortinarius. With about 2,000 species, it’s the largest genus of mushrooms in the world. Mushrooms in this genus have partial veils, or…
Milkweed: Local’s Choice
All foraging is local. Wild food guides are written for audiences that may stretch across a continent, but the edibility and flavor of plants vary from place to place. The common milkweed is a…
Written in Stone
Stone walls are a defining feature of the northeastern landscape, snaking through the woods and fields, across ridges and valleys. They are monuments to life and to lives gone by. We caught up…
The Romanian Carpathians
The Carpathians are often referred to as “the Green Heart of Europe.” It’s a big heart: the 1,800-kilometer Carpathian arc is Europe’s largest mountain range and…
The Economics of Managing a Small Woodlot
Michael Tree Farm is in the Town of Triangle, in Broome County, New York. When my parents purchased a 40-acre parcel there in 1955, it consisted of a 20-acre second growth hardwood forest and…
Life of a Leech
Of the 650 species of leeches that exist in North America, some 500 inhabit fresh water. Most are predacious, feeding on worms, snails, fish eggs, and aquatic insects. Some are scavengers.…
Japanese Knotweed and the Culinary Control of Invasives
Occasionally I read articles that tout the edibility of invasive wild plants and urge readers to “eat the invasives.” All it may take to manage invasive species, they suggest, is…
The Rube Goldberg Land Exchange
In these days of governmental gridlock, it is difficult to imagine government agencies cooperating to do anything that is even slightly complicated. But it hasn’t always been that way.…
Otter Holes
River otters are the most aquatic members of the weasel family. They can swim up to six or seven miles per hour on the surface of the water as well as underneath it, and can remain submerged…
Wintergreen: a Splash of Winter Color
Gaultheria procumbens goes by many common names – checkerberry, teaberry, and boxberry. But it is most often called American wintergreen. Even those unfamiliar with the plant will…
A Steward of Native Flora
Mike Bald is a small business owner in east-central Vermont, and his business is the control of nonnative invasive plants. At first glance, his work is simple: he pulls weeds for customers. At…
Lead Ammo is Lethal
November 15, 1976. Late that morning I would shoot my first deer, a buck. But what I remember most about that day is a bird. Burned into my mind is the image of a northern goshawk tail-chasing…