Losing Our Connection

Losing Our Connection

They are not the only casualties. As I write this, we have received the first report of a ship-struck right whale calf. It is one of only 17 seen so far this year, I think. The photographs are horrible to look at; the wounds are gruesome, involving the head and upper body. With damage like this, it is hard to imagine that baby would even be able to nurse, as it must do to live.

Enough is Enough

Enough is Enough

How many trees have I witnessed being literally ripped from the ground? How many times on Route 6 have I followed huge trucks lumbering along with the carcasses of trees as cargo? How many giant yellow earth-chewing machines have I seen at construction-destruction sites? The sound of a chain saw and the roar of a wood chipper chills my blood.

I Sing the Praises of the lowly Sand Jointweed

I Sing the Praises of the lowly Sand Jointweed

I sing the praises of the lowly Sand Jointweed (Polygonella articulata), which grows primarily in the sandy “Site Y” area north of the Old Colony Nature Trail, in the East End of Provincetown, where my dog and I hike every day.  It is lowly- just a few inches tall- and almost always recumbent (I love that word, a word that sounds like what it is, like “hummock”) or absolutely prostrate (another great word) on the sand.