The Simple Joy of Going Barefoot
There’s no better time for going barefoot than in the summer. I once ran barefoot in the soft green crunch of my front yard grass, then suddenly…
There’s no better time for going barefoot than in the summer. I once ran barefoot in the soft green crunch of my front yard grass, then suddenly…
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.
On my last day in Hawaii, I decided to get on a standup paddleboard for the first time and paddle out into the lagoon….
A photo may seem the product of a moment, which, technically, it is, but the photos of this bald eagle family have been more than a year in the making.
Love it or hate it, fishing is a test of patience, but even the most dedicated fisherman looks like an amateur compared to the patience and skill of the herons.
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.
Though we try to describe the beauty of the wildness we find in Nature, words pale when it greets us face to face.
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.