We ask a lot of bridges. Every day, we walk, bike, and drive across them, trusting them with our lives without a second thought. While I don’t know who constructed the first bridge in history, I’m fairly certain a nearby log and good balance were involved.
“Thus refreshed I entered the wild and wonderful world of the dead.” John Muir…Seeing ghosts may not be the most intriguing thing in a cemetery.
I remember the first time I tasted honeysuckle—looking at the golden flower, it offered the tiniest drop of sweetness that tasted like summer on my tongue.
I love the sun-touched taste of a ripe tomato. But even I was a little skeptical about attending “Tomato Taste” at Pursell Farms, where all four meal courses featured the humble tomato in some form or fashion, even down to the dessert.
Given the opportunity, humans will celebrate anything. For example, Brevard, North Carolina annually celebrates “The White Squirrel Festival” for three days, in honor of the original lucky pair who escaped a carnival truck that overturned in 1949.
An introspective exploration of Fall’s late blooms and vines and how they brighten and bring life to our days in more ways than we even realize..
You can almost see the spark of joy forking through the crowd like summer lightning. Logan Martin Lakefest is back, and it’s better than ever.
You may not be an avid bird watcher or be able to identify each feathered friend that lands in your yard, but odds are, you know a cardinal when you see one. It’s the one bird we think we know, but do we really?
I used to think, “If you’ve seen one old Alabama town, you’ve seen them all.” How wrong I was. It’s easy to breeze through the wide thoroughfare of Cogswell Avenue in Pell City, noting this historic town as simply the “Gateway to Logan Martin.” But Pell City is living proof that every town has a story to tell.
The darker the winter, the brighter the blooms come spring. When it seems the world is stuck in a perpetual gray, we wake up one morning to a world set ablaze with vivid blooms.
When I was 7, I jumped off the roof of my house with an opened umbrella, convinced I would fly. I didn’t. The ground rushed up, and I crash-landed in a heap, looking like a small, crumpled Mary Poppins peeping out of the bushes. I learned two things that day:
I stared at the last lotus of summer as if it were a dying flame. Right on schedule, the seasons have turned from spring to summer, summer to fall, even though day-to-day life has largely remained unchanged.
It’s when I saw the osprey that everything went truly silent. Perched in solemn stillness on the tip of a blunted branch, the fish-hawk calmly gazed towards the water, looking like a wise old fisherman mentally preparing for the day.
One person’s weed is another person’s savior, so as is often the case in life, there are two ways of looking at a weed. The thistle in particular…
Lakeside living. The phrase takes on new meaning each year. To see the world one animal at a time is to find comfort in the quiet of the lakeshore.