Enough

The spirea branches that brush the window still bear red and yellow leaves. Beyond them, the fig tree is bare, its yellowing leaves ripped from its branches by Saturday’s windstorm. A few forlorn figs hang in the gray mizzle of morning, dripping rain. Soon, they, too,...

Birding with Brenda

Jack opens the door for Brenda. She’s come to take us on our first birding excursion. “You have amazing birds over here!” she exclaims as she walks into the house. “The first thing I heard when I got out of my car was a ruby-crowned kinglet....