Funny how overheard remarks get caught in the memory. A lifetime ago, I published a weekly newspaper in a small rural community, and one day I overheard a nurse in our medical clinic talking about me. I don’t think she knew I was there in the clinic lobby, while she was one room deeper…READ MORE >
Comes a new year, and I find a time to pause in my butterfly report. The holiday season has been pleasantly busy for us at Living Traditional Arts, and part of the activity has been a dispersal of many of the food related paintings from the Living Traditional Arts Shop. Andrew Bick’s food photos…READ MORE >
Last summer in Wisconsin we saw vibrant greens and blues, lit by golden sun through clear pleasant air. I kept watching for the sharp accent of orange and black of the Monarch butterfly, and for a long time I didn’t have much luck. Even on that valley farm so beautiful that we used the word…READ MORE >
A brief stop at Bakke Farm, then over one ridge and across two rivers to the beautiful valley farm of a friend who said, yes, she had seen a Monarch this summer. One. It was still July, and I’d been thinking about Monarch butterflies. Her place, grown lush in the moderate summer weather that settled…READ MORE >
We got to Wisconsin in the summer. It was July, and we saw a few fireflies. There was a feeling in the air. I had to ask. “Seen any Monarch butterflies this year?” We visited a lot of people and I asked often. No one said they’d seen more than one, most said, “No, none…READ MORE >
