Off Neck / Seasons / The Natural World / Thoreauvian Pursuits

Between summer and fall, time to pause

John Keats never climbed Maine’s Mount Wallamatogus, the rusty mound of scuffed granite that slopes down to the Northern Bay of the Bagaduce. But had he been with Lesley and me yesterday, it definitely would have inspired an ode to autumn. Surely we were wandering in the romantic poet’s “season of mists and mellow fruitfulness” … Continue reading