One August morning while hiking a trail in Crawford Notch, New Hampshire, I came upon a small cluster of the shiny cinnamon polypore mushroom (Coltricia cinnamomea). Upon closer examination I…
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Editor’s Note
A subscriber from southeastern Vermont, Katie Bowen, contacted us in the spring to ask advice about the problems she and her husband, Mark, were having with neighbors who were complaining…
From the Center
Northern Woodlands was founded more than 20 years ago, and the idea back then, as I understand it, was to focus on the forests and forest culture of Vermont. In time, the state boundaries…
Outdoor Palette
“Perhaps the passage of time is a kind of healing, or a kind of salvation granted equally to all people.”—Mizuki Nomura Inari, Finland, is the cultural center of the Sami…
Back in Time: A Photo Essay
The history of agriculture is written all over the woods of southern and central New England. Old stone walls grid the landscape and seem to tie disparate stands of second-growth forest…
Field Work: At Work Logging (and Training) with John Adler
John Adler happens to be a logger, but more inherently he’s a thinker. Spend a little time with him and you quickly realize that whether he had chosen to be a banker, a builder,…
I Have Earned My Place: A Logger’s Year, 1936
In 1936, the United States was still struggling to escape the Great Depression. And things were especially bad in Groveton, New Hampshire – a paper mill town. Groveton’s mill fell…
The Great Forest Migration
How New England's Forests Arrived, Where They Came From, and What it Means for The Future Sometime around 12,000 years ago, the first human beings arrived in New England. We don’t…
Declining Moose Populations: What Does the Future Hold?
Nineteenth century author Henry David Thoreau marveled at the huge beast he saw deep in the Maine woods. Hoof to withers, the bull stood nearly seven feet tall – taller than the biggest…
Tracking Tips: Curious Sign
It’s spring, and the snowpack is retreating. But it’s not just coltsfoot and trout lily that are emerging from beneath the melting snow. Over the years I’ve found plastic oil…