Muskrats and Deadlines

Usually when I put two distinct topics into a single blog, I am able to manipulate the content to make it seem like the two topics are somehow related. That won’t happen today. The two topics for this blog, muskrats and deadlines, have nothing to do with each...

The Bois Brule

As often as I write and as often as I fish, I am surprised at how seldom these two very serious leisure pursuits interfere with each other. Maybe because I write mostly in the early hours of the morning and feel no pressure to fish until late in the afternoon, the...

Voyageurs

A month ago Jack, Tom, and I spent a week in Voyageurs National Park. Ordinarily I’d write one, probably two, blogs about such a trip. This year I did not. When I got home, the lawn needed mowing, my legs needed to get back into biking shape, and the executive editor...

Monday, Monday

Some Monday mornings I have a blog ready and waiting. On other Mondays, I have nothing to post. Today is a Monday of the second kind. That, however, is not a bad thing. Currently I am writing a series of nature essays for a book. When Mondays come around and there is...

A Gradual Appreciation of Walden

Walden is one of my favorite books, but my appreciation of it came slowly and not without help. I tried to read the book on my own when I was sixteen years old, but never got past the opening passages about food, clothing, and shelter. In college, I struggled through...

Apple Season

This morning I realized that I haven’t done any pick-your-own-apples this year. At least to Americans, there is a mystique associated with apple trees and apple orchards. Johnny Appleseed, apple cider, and apple pie are as much the American experience as Friday night...
Steven Simpson