An unmistakable arrival.
A late bloomer in the forest.
A piquant denizen of the damp forest.
A feast flagged on a Penobscot ash.
A name to the face, at long last.
A diminutive note of grace beside the river.
A quiet, ancient neighbor.
Bright sparks in the woodland.
Another day in the journey.
A raven’s nest overhead in the Green Mountain National Forest.