Bill Harley

Dear Friends, I hope the season finds you well. My thoughts are with many of my friends in the southeast coping with the hurricane and its aftermath. I have deep connections with the people and places of western North Carolina and eastern Tennessee and my heart breaks for the disaster there.  If you’ve been meaning

Hi friends I hope this finds you well. We’re looking towards spring and just got the second decent dump of snow this year. My bees were out the day before, scrounging among the few snowdrops that have blossomed. They take a “cleansing flight” on days when it gets warm enough to venture out of the

Hello friends,  I hope this newsletter finds you happy and healthy. We’re fine here, finally in the swing of summer and looking forward to being outside a lot in the next six weeks, with hiking in New Hampshire, hanging out with friends at a cabin in northern Vermont, and then some biking in the townships

Dear friends, I hope the season finds you well.  It’s sixty degrees and December in New England. Is this the new normal? The angle of the sun coming into the window doesn’t match the weather and I feel dislocated. The forsythia outside my window has leaves on it. You have to appreciate the forsythia’s effort–I

Friends,  We’ve got a Norway maple at the edge of our backyard. It seems there’s one day in October when the color of it goes from green to a brilliant orange. That’s what happened yesterday. There are twenty-five grackles ransacking the bird feeder. Stink bugs are invading the house. Must be fall. In this issue: