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Solstice Sky Show

One night just before Christmas last year, my youngest daughter and I opted to walk the short distance home from dinner at my parents’ house, rather than drive with the rest of the family. Our…

December: Week Three

This Week in the Woods, we’ve been seeking out bright colors wherever we can find them, including on the edge of marshes, where winterberry often grows. The red fruits of this wild holly (more…

November 2020 - Part One

Yet again, we received many gallery submissions, so we’re sharing selections in two batches. In this first gallery, Steve Eustis admired the final logs from a harvest, Matt DeLuca…

O Holey Orb

We found this holey orb-like structure on a dried stalk near the edge of the woods. What happened here?

Coen Mullins Thrives Outside

Fourteen-year-old Coen Mullins has loved spending time outside for as long as he can remember. His parents had him on skis when he was a toddler, sliding around their yard in Morrisville, Vermont. A…

Tufted Titmice Flock to Feeders

As winter approaches and snow coats the ground, the tufted titmouse (Baeolophus bicolor) will again become a ubiquitous backyard visitor. Familiar to even the most casual observers of nature, titmice…

December: Week Two

This Week in the Woods, we stumbled upon a patch of creeping snowberry. This ground plant’s tiny leaves (each about the size of raindrop) have white hairs widely spaced along the edges. Creeping…

A Boost for Red Spruce

By late fall of 2017, I was suffering from slingshot finger. It was caused by routinely firing off an 8-foot version of the weapon traditionally wielded by fiendish little kids. I’d spent much…

Allagash Wilderness Waterway

A magnificent 92-mile-long ribbon of interconnected lakes, ponds, rivers, and streams flowing through the heart of Maine’s vast northern forest, the Allagash Wilderness Waterway (AWW) features…

After the Storm / Winter Days / What Remained

AFTER THE STORM After the storm they venture out, she and the big black dog who breaks trail with broad chest cresting through virgin white. He pauses with lolling tongue and steaming breath to plunge…

1,000 Words

Frozen Time: “A drop of water hanging from this twig was twisted by the winds blowing through the forest in Manchester Center, Vermont, as the temperature rapidly dropped, forming an unusually…

Second Chance for Wapiti

Take a walk through the wooded mountains of North Central Pennsylvania and you may catch a glimpse of a magnificent animal, previously extirpated in the state. Throughout a 3,500-square-mile area,…

Restoring Wildlife Habitat in an Urban Forest

Back in 1997, the state forester reviewing a habitat improvement grant application for a property on the northwestern edge of Worcester, Massachusetts, remarked that the proposal was “a little…

Pennsylvania Elk

Fans of Northern Woodland’s monthly Reader Photo Gallery may recognize the name Charlie Schwarz, a regular contributor to the gallery. A retired forester and lifelong naturalist, Charlie lives…

Forest & Wildlife Monitoring: Avian Ambassadors

Harper, a great blue heron (Ardea herodias), could win a prize for endurance. This fall, after leaving her post-breeding area in Pointe-à-la-Croix, Quebec, Harper flew 68 hours nonstop (61…

Woven Sculpture and Meadow Restoration Go Hand in Hand

Community engagement in nature and art takes many forms. A two-decade effort to restore a healthy meadow to an urban forest in Worcester, Massachusetts, also brought a college campus and a…

Bunny Harvey

“I am a passionate painter focused on representing both seen and unseen elements of the environment.” — Bunny Harvey Bunny Harvey knows her environment intimately; she knows the…

Editor’s Note

The sky islands of Appalachia – that phrase from a place miles away captured my imagination as I read Sonia DeYoung’s story on page 52. Her research with the University of Vermont aspires…

From the Center

After this issue of the magazine goes to print, I’m looking forward to some quiet time outdoors. I suspect many people feel as I do right now – weary of news of any kind, and eager to step…

The Table from Montpelier

A hundred years ago the black cherry tree in the gully behind our house on Cliff Street sprouted in a hillside pasture. It hasn’t moved, but the village has crept up the hill and the…