[View with images] I won’t be climbing the tree until later today, when we have returned from out of town. But earlier in the week I have climbed in sunshine and luxurious...
Thursday, March 30th. Deep blue skies, sunshine, warmth. Never mind that we’ll have a substantial snow storm tomorrow through Saturday—for now it is gorgeously,...
It is one of those bitter winter days (on this second day of spring) with transcendentally blue skies and luminous sunshine. The light reflecting from the full snow cover...
A real storm at last! Stella is working her way up the coast. I am home from a morning at work and we are all settled in for the afternoon as the rate of snowfall is beginning...
All night winds beat at the house, slamming loose screen doors and driving empty buckets around on the porch. The very walls creak and shudder. The winds continue unabated...
March 1. It is my first climb to the top of the tree by night since my shoulder injury. It is moonless and dark. The sky is a winter sky, black and brilliant...
Our weather the last few weeks has whipsawed between spring and deep winter, with autumnal and nearly summery days thrown in for good measure. An apt joke makes the rounds...
One of the reasons I climb the tree every day, year round, is to search out a deeper and more intimate relation to the natural world and the passing of its seasons on this...
We are having a strong winter storm at last! It is Sunday and I climb the tree as Claire and I head back to the house after a hike through the storm along the Cross-Town...
[View with images] The lower string of flags are down. They have drifted between the branches and are strung up in the undergrowth, only a few feet from the ladder that...
I love the inversions that occur in climbing the tree—such as being up in the branches and watching a bird on the ground below me that has no idea it is being observed from...
It has been snowing hard all afternoon, coming down densely, but in small flakes so it doesn’t feel as heavy as some snowfalls. And the storm, which was originally forecast...
[View with images] This is in memory of trees not mine. Not that any tree is mine, of course, even the one I climb every day. But in a way these felt like mine too....
This week I came across the following fantastic quotation from William Blake, which could stand as an epigraph to this project: The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the Eyes...
It is cold and clear when I climb the tree in late afternoon, one-armed still and only into the lower branches. The sun is millimeters from the horizon. Light rakes...
[View with images] A week ago Sunday, when the sun rose a little higher, the rose color of sunrise faded and was replaced by the purest white. Frost burned like tiny arctic...
[View with images] Sunday morning, December 11. When I get up the temperature is 1.3 degrees. An hour later it has dropped to -.3. Our first subzero temperature of the winter!...
It was a week of many snows. Flurries, gusts, light snowfalls of a few inches. One afternoon a few flakes dropping from dark clouds, the next morning just enough on the ground...
My destination in the tree has shaped when I choose to climb it, in recent days. Since I am limited by my injured shoulder to the lower branches, since I can’t roam freely...
[View with images] Overnight I have decided on a compromise. I cannot justify climbing to the top of the tree, but I refuse to not be among the branches! For a time I will...
Climbing the tree is so physically effortless at this point that I didn’t really think I would run into any problems with it. But thanks to a too-enthusiastic exercise...
[View with images] It is a gorgeous day for mid-November in Vermont. It is just over 50 degrees and sunny. There is a good breeze, but it is still warm. I decide...
[View with images] A quick climb near sunset, which is unnervingly early this time of year. I grab the camera on the way out the door. I am in the tree only briefly,...
[View with images] I can’t resist going into the tree tonight to observe the so-called “supermoon.” It is the moon’s closest approach to the earth in 68 years...
A very Novemberish Friday. Veteran’s Day. No school for Emme, or work for me. The day is mostly cloudy, with occasional breaks of blue sky. Its most prominent feature...
[View with images] A clear, sunny day with a haze over the hills from the unexpected warmth, just over 60 degrees. At a distance things are soft; up close, here in the tree,...
It is a chilly 34 degrees out and I am up among the branches with a roll of paper towels, a sponge, and a bucket of soapy water. I am standing on a branch about thirty feet...
Five-thirty. Kim has gone to collect Claire and six of her friends from a soccer game to return to the house for a sleepover. The already dark day begins to darken more....
[View with images] Everything is wet, soaked through. Leaves are beginning to come down. The floor of the tree house is covered with them. When I climb, I find fallen...
[View with images] Radiant. Ablaze. Luminous. Charged with light. As though the world itself were made of the stuff. And then I give up. These last several days...