The Gulf of Mexico lies 60 miles southwest of here. A joy to behold on a clear day, no matter what time of the year, the water there sparkles with the intensity of a stash of De Beers diamonds. And the wetlands that lacing its edges harbor a most fascinating array of life, gems, if […]Read more "Mullets, Jumping into the Stream of Life"
On Thanksgiving, early in the morning, for such is the time of day it’s done, I bake a pumpkin pie. I think of England while prepping everything, because the spicing – cinnamon, cloves, nutmeg, ginger – dates to medieval times in England and beyond. Sure, you find that flavor pattern in many European dishes, a […]Read more "The British Were in the Kitchen, Too: A List of Books on Food History"
Memory, fickle memory. To recall the long-ago past becomes a journey into a place where truth flits behind trees or ducks into closets, an exhausting game of hide-and-seek where no player easily becomes “It.” Do you remember going to the Saturday afternoon movies when you were a kid? How you got so engrossed in the […]Read more "Pumping Sunshine: Susie H. Baxter’s Rural North Florida Childhood"
Birds fascinated my father. I could never quite understand why. Not until he died. My mother dumped his bird-watching books on me. Then I knew what the scientist in him saw when he watched birds in their natural habitat: great variety, adaptations to environment, the living proof of Charles Darwin’s theory of evolution, at least […]Read more "Birds of a Feather: Proverbs and Idioms"
They’re not visible to the naked eye, but I hear their raucous cawing every day, the very second I open the door. Crows, maybe ravens. No matter where I live, these glossy black birds congregate. The only place on earth to escape these intelligent creatures lies far south, in Antarctica. Crows and ravens eat whatever […]Read more "A Murder of Crows, An Unkindness of Ravens"