MAY 6, 2025 – (Cont.) For the reader discouraged by the regular reminders of our collective dysfunctionality, I recommend planting a few conifer seedlings . . . or a few hundred if you’d like to contribute to the mission of this aging arborist. The reality of the matter is that it’s hard labor, at least …
SPRING PLANTING (PART II)
MAY 5, 2025 – (Cont.) I started this season’s planting in the areas that last week Jeff Oppenheim had helped me clear of what I call “riff raff”—the variety of small bushes, the names of which I’ve never bothered to learn, since I’m way too focused on the overstory, namely the trees. These first sections …
SPRING PLANTING (PART I)
MAY 4, 2025 – Everyone who knows our younger son Byron is familiar with his thoughtfulness. This attribute is manifest in all avenues of his life, but it’s most predictable on occasions accompanied by gift-giving. For Christmas last year, for example, he gave me a professional forester’s planting carrier. Coincidentally, in a YouTube forestry video …
VISITOR’S WORKDAY: THE POLE, THE POT AND THE PADDLEBOAT (PART IV)
MAY 3, 2025 – THE PADDLEBOAT (Cont.) Wednesday at noon, I told Jeff we’d need to start packing up no later than three o’clock. The plan was to arrive home in time for a late supper, visit with Beth and my sister Jenny for a while, then retire by ten or eleven o’clock. We’d set …
VISITOR’S WORKDAY: THE POST, THE POT AND THE PADDLEBOAT (PART III)
MAY 2, 2025 THE POT (Cont.) As we rounded the corner of the back deck off the cabin, Jeff called my attention to several rotting planks and the fact that the feet of the 20-ton (for effect, I exaggerate, but only slightly) cauldron repurposed as a planter and sitting on the corner of the deck …
VISITOR’S WORKDAY
APRIL 30, 2025 – Over the years we’ve had many guests at the Red Cabin. Very nearly all have been model visitors, who are good sports about most things and contribute admirably to the common welfare. Above and beyond these social conventions, a significant number of people have shown surprising initiative regarding various cabin projects. …
REDEMPTION
APRIL 29, 2025 – Today was a red-letter day. By sun-up, yesterday’s disagreeable weather was a distant memory, as was the dock salvage operation conducted on the cusp of nightfall. The only downside to the morning was the temperature at a stubborn 39°F. The relatively chilly air, however, was calm, and as I remarked to …
BLOWIN’ IN THE WIND (ONE MAN’S BLATHER REDUX)
APRIL 28, 2025 – Nothing takes your mind off other worries as completely as the weather can. Got work-related problems? Family problems? Upset with the wholesale unraveling of the United States of America? Go chase extreme weather—or let it come to you. Here I am at the Red Cabin again, this time with my good …
EARTH DAY BACK IN THE DAY
APRIL 22, 2025 – I remember the first Earth Day—this day in 1970. I was in my sophomore year of high school at Interlochen Arts Academy, parked in the wilds of the northwest part of Michigan’s lower peninsula, 15 miles south of Traverse City. Across the highway that ran past the entrance to our campus …
ONE MAN’S BLATHER
APRIL 17, 2025 – This morning I woke at 6:35 and looked out the second floor bedroom windows to see what the weather was doing outside the Red Cabin. To my shock and dismay, I saw a gigantic ice floe pushing along our shoreline. Stepping on hot coals could not have spurred a quicker reaction …
PERSPECTIVE
APRIL 15, 2025 – This morning when I woke to another day, I checked on the world beyond my immediate horizons. I was soon reminded that our country is looking like a dirigible engulfed in flames and fast losing altitude. Whether it turns into a bomb or swan remains to be seen, though the swan …
ZEN ON A BIRCH STICK VIA “SLO-MO MODE”
APRIL 13, 2025 – I harbor the hope that the reader who is about my age or beyond it will understand the sentiments expressed below. If you are my junior, the likelihood exists that at best you’ll lay my two cents aside for possible future reference. If you’re in the latter camp, I wholly understand: …
QUANTUM BIRDS
MARCH 29, 2025 – There I was, just minding my own business, when “ding!”—the familiar sound emitted by my iPhone announced the arrival of another email, albeit one in my “focused” folder, meaning one that I shouldn’t ignore. It was from my good friend Mike, whose signature trait is intellectual curiosity. He’d recently caught a …
SOLITUDE
MARCH 8, 2025 – With the tilt of the North Pole moving toward the spring equinox and daytime temps rising into the 40s and 50s Fahrenheit, last Tuesday’s snow is not long for this world. Given the online ski report I read last night, I decided to race up to the Red Cabin this morning …
FROM TAXI TALK TO EIGER VIEW
MARCH 6, 2025 – Today I left the Big City and winged my way over the Big Storm back to Big Lake Country. Yesterday evening I’d developed mild apprehension when reading the blizzard warning that NOAA (“Go, NOAA!”) for Minnesota overnight and into today: heavy snow, low visibility, and 40 mph winds with gusts up …
ART AND NATURE
MARCH 3, 2025 – Today with my sister as a guide, I took another long walking tour of Central Park, winding up at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. There we spent over an hour viewing the special exhibit of works by Caspar David Friedrich, the German Romantic landscapist. Given the Romantic inspiration derived from nature, …
THE NEW YORK HISTORICAL
FEBRUARY 27, 2025 – No, I did not inadvertently omit “Society” from “The New York Historical.” It was The New York Historical Society that ripped “Society” away. While a big chunk of the country has gone bonkers over DEI, back here in New York, where I write this, hyper-libs have intercepted the DEI ball and …
THE SCIENCE (AND POLITICS) OF COLD
FEBRUARY 4, 2025 – This morning, I allowed a breach of discipline to get the better of me: I read/listened to more of the latest news about President Musk than was good for my blood pressure. I’d already been stewing over reports from direct witnesses—a family member and a close friend—that the all-out assault on …
HIGH ADVENTURE WITH GRANDPA
FEBRUARY 3, 2025 – The best antidote to news of more nonsense is to spend the weekend up at the cabin with your nine-year-old granddaughter. For one thing, you find yourself looking at our world—and the worlds above it—through a fresh lens. Take for example, my first glance up at the sky after we’d pulled …
THE LAND LAID BARE
DECEMBER 25, 2024 – Before the end of Christmas and the beginning of Hanukkah, we packed the car, mostly with food, and headed up to the Red Cabin for a few days in the north woods. It was my first trip up here since the last of the autumn foliage had fallen. Now the land …
(ANOTHER) HOOK (PART II OF II)
NOVEMBER 18, 2024 – Blogger’s note: At the end of my post on October 9, 2019, the second part of a story about a trip to the ER up at the lake, I wrote, In the lobby, my wife was chatting away with three guys in camouflage. These cheerful musketeers were awaiting care of their …
HOOKED (PART I OF II)
NOVEMBER 17, 2024 – Last night before sailing off to Nod, I read more of Ian Frazier’s latest book, Paradise Bronx: The Life and Times of New York’s Greatest Borough. I highly recommend it. Currently, I’m reading all about the Bronx in the opening stages of the Revolutionary War. Of course, it’s all about the …
JUXTAPOSITION: QUIETUDE AND CACOPHONY
NOVEMBER 16, 2024 – Today was another glorious day in the “tree garden,” where I took full advantage of the unseasonably fair weather and blasted well beyond my goal of “bud-capping” 500 trees. As of nightfall, the count was closer to 600, though a far cry from my record of 1,000 two years ago, but …
AS THE WORLD TURNS (FASTER)
NOVEMBER 11, 2024 – Today the world rotated yet again and made all of us a day older. In my own little corner of the globe I experienced enough to fill at least two episodes of the current season of my imaginary Netflix series. Otherwise put . . . to capture for posterity the details …
REFLECTIONS IN THE AFTERMATH
NOVEMBER 6, 2024 – Early this morning before the rest of the household was up, I quietly went downstairs, fixed myself my usual breakfast, then slipped out of the house and out of town. The election results had taken their emotional toll on us all, and for the sake of everyone’s blood pressure, I wanted …