Unfurling

Here on the marsh spring is unfurling.

The phoebes and red-wing black birds and the white throated sparrows have returned, and the spring ephemerals - especially blood root, spring beauty, trillium, and trout lily - are in bloom. On the hillside above the marsh the maples are leafing out in that tender yellow green of late April that always takes my breath away.

It is a tender and delicate time, and you can't always tell from the young buds what the fully unfurled version will be.

Setting up this website feels similar. A little tentative. A little tender.

But I've been wanting an online place for a while, a place to share observations, questions, half-formed thoughts. social media doesn't seems to serve my thinking aloud in the company of friends they way it once did. Maybe this will give that opportunity to expore what I think by writing it down, and sharing my own struggles and quandaries in the wish that they might be of some use to others.

I've been wanting to offer an updated place where my work is shared for a while, so I'll slowly be adding information about books and public speaking and the like.

And I want to share more about life on marsh in this house we've taken to calling Brook House, about our projects to take something old and quirky, something that's held many families through tumultuous times, and document our chapter in tending the place and learning from it.

So welcome - I hope you enjoy what unfurls here if you decide to follow along. And if you like, I hope you will join the conversation.