The first time my knees really complained about our porch bench was on one of those quiet winter mornings in Duluth when the air feels sharper than it looks. I’d stepped out from the warm kitchen, mug in my hands, to check the bird feeder at the edge of the small backyard. Snow was mounded … Read more
Most winter mornings here in Duluth, I find myself standing at the kitchen sink with a warm mug in one hand and the other hand resting on the counter for balance, just looking out over the backyard. The porch rail cuts across the bottom of the view, the feeder hangs a little beyond it, and … Read more
Late in the afternoon here in Duluth, the light slides slowly off the roofs and down into my little backyard. The feeders start to quiet down, and the last bird or two makes a quick run at the sunflower seeds before heading for the pines. I sit on the porch with my light binoculars and … Read more
Most evenings here in Duluth, right after dinner, I find myself drifting toward the back door almost out of habit. The dishes are sitting in the sink, the kitchen light is low, and through the glass I can see the sky turning that soft mix of blue and gray over my small backyard. The feeder … Read more
A Morning Here in Duluth That Got Me Thinking About This A couple days ago we had one of those Duluth snowfalls that doesn’t really “storm.” It just drifts down, quiet and steady, like the sky is shaking out a pillow. The street out front looked softer, the pine branches had a light dusting, and … Read more
A Morning Here in Duluth That Got Me Thinking About This A light snowfall has a certain hush to it here in Duluth. The neighborhood looks softer, the road noise fades down, and even the pine trees seem to hold their breath for a while. On mornings like that, I’ll stand at the kitchen window … Read more