As I sit at my computer in a wool hat with a blanket on my lap, I’m forced to remind myself that winter isn’t official until Friday. Say what? I recall Jack Frost’s frequent visits as of late that make designs on my porch windows. My mind wanders to our depleting cord word supply.
For some of us, “fall back” means an extra hour of sleep to savor. Those of us who rise early are grateful for a little more daylight in the morning. Daylight Saving Time is also a reminder that winter marches closer.
As I sat in my woodsy cabin, listening to the remnants of Hurricane Florence rain down this month, I was reminded of another storm nearly 80 years ago. The Hurricane of 1938 made landfall on Long Island and the southern coast of New England on September 21.
This week we have another edition of New Hampshire’s Wild Neighborhoods, where we take a closer look at one of the more than 200 natural communities you can find within the confines of our state border.
Something Wild listener and fan, Michael Carrier, wrote in recently, he said “If possible could you do a program about identifying some of the more common sounds you hear at dusk or night in New Hampshire.”
New Hampshire is experiencing one of those few rare and special weeks right now. About 48 weeks of the year, the New Hampshire landscape is pretty homogenous; from a distance our deciduous trees can all look the same: either a blanket of green leaves, or nothing but sticks.
In the new year, Something Wild looks at how forests returned to the post-glacial New England landscape. One of the time-honored New Year’s traditions is taking stock. Taking stock of the past year, or the past 13,000 years.
