The Understory in November
When the canopy thins, the forest floor gets its one long look at the sky. A season of mosses, late fungi, and the patient work of decay.
Slow writing about wild places
When the canopy thins, the forest floor gets its one long look at the sky. A season of mosses, late fungi, and the patient work of decay.
The smallest bird in the hedge has the loudest voice. On learning a landscape by ear before you learn it by name.
Horsetails and royal ferns have survived three mass extinctions. What their stubbornness says about resilience, and about us.