"When I saunter, I pause. I look around and listen. I give time for what might happen next. It’s a long, slow thank-you for the day ahead."
In Lubec, a new network of waterfront parks is the latest project by a global philanthropic foundation with an increasingly large Maine footprint — and an unconventional approach to conservation.
Today, both the hunt and lottery are widely embraced traditions.
The birds leave in their wake a strange summer, a time of despair and also of gratitude.
The author marvels at New Gloucester's Big Falls Preserve.
On the anatomy of a phrase and the history baked into it.
Our favorite spots to peep New England's most charismatic megafauna — and get in some outdoor adventure while we're at it.
Communities around the state are taking control of their own forests again.
An outbreak of browntail moth caterpillars is vexing a large swarth of the state, and Mainers are itching to find a solution.
Will Bonsall has spent a lifetime scattering seeds across the country. But will his efforts fall among the thorns?
The great poem “The Waste Land,” by T.S. Eliot, begins with these lines: “April is the cruellest month, breeding / Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing / Memory and desire …”
"One of my favorite sights begins as a line of dark shapes in the woods moving towards the clearing."