This is the time of the year when turtles are on the move, Dana Wilde writes.

After a strangely disrupted winter, the routine signs of life returning this month are reassuring that some kind of conventional order persists, Dana Wilde writes.

Bohemian waxwings recently moved in on Dana’s Wilde’s space-time, representing a spirit of a moment.

Chaotic, patternless weather is new but it’s not normal, Dana Wilde writes.

‘Most of the book riffs off Thoreau in these various ways, and a last section calls into the woods the voices of other naturalists,’ Dana Wilde says.

Climate scientists have been right all along, and there is basically no time left to be patient with people who do not know what they are talking about, Dana Wilde writes.

Snowdrops, blossoming out of February snow, are a sign that life recurs within the very fabric of winter itself, Dana Wilde writes.