By Paul Clark (aka motomynd)
[Columnist Paul Clark fashioned Rus in Urbe: Country in the City from his family’s one-acre suburban lawn, turning it into a wilderness retreat for them and their neighboring wild creatures.]At our place in Virginia, our backyard deer have their fawns the last two weeks of May. Not coincidentally, our ever-present but seldom seen coyotes show up in greater numbers the first two weeks of May.
By Paul Clark
(aka motomynd)
A snowstorm may cover all, but it doesn’t hide the truth.
I grew up on a ¼-mile dead end street with a cul-de-sac at the end that was approximately 40 yards in diameter. The street was bordered by 16 featureless brick houses built in 1958, all set to the front of ¼-acre featureless lawns. Our house, the 17th house on the street, was built in the 1850s – or maybe built in the 1700s and added to in the 1850s, depending on which rudimentary notes you choose to believe from that era. It sat off the street, on a partially wooded two-acre remnant of what was once a farm of several hundred acres.
