Douglas Wood

AS THE SUN came up this morning, a beautiful mackerel sky, so named because of the clouds’resemblance to the scales of a fish. It is an ancient seafarer’s term, dating back to at least 1667. I always love to see this wavy, rippling formation. The clouds are actually cirrocumulus or altocumulus, and can indicate that a change in the weather

HERE AT THE CHURCH O THE PINES, it is a blustery November morning. The wind blows sharply off the river, while a low overcast contends with blue sky for dominance. The wind chimes on the deck sing, each with its own voice. Meanwhile the mostly bare branches of maples and basswoods whip wildly while the pine tops sway. The last

LAST MARCH, a frightened, freezing, injured little waif. Now, a Prince on his throne. UPDATE on Paddy, and Kathy! …. Paddy continues to discover his true personality, as do we. After a trip to the Pet Hospital 2 weeks ago (slight eye infection) in which I cuddled and ‘protected’ him against the vet, I have been suddenly and completely accepted

SOMETIMES LOOKING AT A TREE… I know. I get it. These are awful times. Sometimes you feel as though the ground has nearly disappeared beneath your feet. As though you can no longer remember what ‘normal’ was. As though you might be the only person you personally know who’s still sane, who still cares about things we once thought we