My daughter writes on her Father’s Day card, “Thanks for baptizing me in the stream …
I keep a few backyard oranges mixed in with the baseballs in the bucket I take to practice. Every time one of my teammates peeks in, he’s like, “Oranges?” question mark, when it really ought to be “Oranges!” EXCLAMATION POINT!
Joyas voladoras, flying jewels, the first white explorers in the Americas called them, and the white men had never seen such creatures, for hummingbirds came into the world only in the Americas, nowhere else in the universe.
I’ve read about a new creature called a “coywolf” — the offspring of a coyote and a timber wolf. That must have been what I saw. Waiting for it to reappear gives me something to do.
Louisa Willcox & David Mattson On The Plight Of Grizzly Bears
Do we want a deeper, richer relationship with nature, or do we want to just kill everything and live through our smartphones?