EVERY SPRING, VENISE CUNNINGHAM keeps her eyes trained on a massive blue spruce in her yard, waiting for the tender, bright-green tips to emerge. Spruce tips have a light, citrus taste that lasts only ...
Despite the prolonged miserable weather during the so-called “spring”, the deciduous trees leafed out nicely, birds sing, and woodland flowers begin to bloom. On my home pond I’ve seen several broods ...
In my hoodie and Xtratufs, I lean into the spruce tree, becoming a living part of its record of this sunny day, the mild spring, and me gently pinching off its spruce tips. “Gunalcheesh, Giitu.” ...
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