Upstairs in the Northern Woodlands office hangs a copy of Charles Joseph Minard’s map depicting France’s 1812 invasion of Russia. It’s a remarkable work, both for the story…

Scene: A cold day at the Northern Woodlands office. Our heroine, a 40-something woman, sits at her desk, squinting at the computer screen. She’s reviewing printing costs. She looks…

Now is a favorite time for family campfires up on our hill. The cricket chirps are slowing, the asters are feeding the last of the bees. Behind us, the woods edge crackles with flutters and…

Recently, I mused to a colleague that I wished we had tables sized for our new meeting room. We’re starting to implement an ambitious three-year plan to extend the educational reach of…

Just about the time that this magazine reaches your mailbox, Northern Woodlands will be hopping the Connecticut River to take up residence in Lyme, New Hampshire. Our nonprofit’s new…

A couple years back, a reader gave me a copy of Robert Macfarlane’s Landmarks, which explores the rich duff of British language related to place and seasonal change. It’s a…

Recently, a reader left a comment on our website relating to a 2009 article by columnist Susan Morse. This article describes the early fall behavior of deer and moose, when males thrash their…

One way that trees respond to stress is to pour energy into the dormant buds along their trunks and branches. Sprouts erupt in odd places, and a tree’s looks change rapidly. In the…

In an earlier era, before children, my husband and I would sometimes host workshops on our woodlot. One group in particular enjoyed using our property because, they enthused, we had such a…

Owl snow angels can appear at the end of a line of paw prints. But more often I see them without context, on an otherwise unblemished blanket of white. The narrative is implied: one day, a…