“Be like the bird who, pausing in her flight awhile on boughs too slight, feels them give way beneath her, and yet sings, knowing she hath wings.” —   Victor Hugo Birds, they are a ‘flying. They seem to be holding up their part in ringing in March and all that is spring. Temperatures ...

“Springtime is the land awakening. The March winds are the morning yawn.” — Lewis Grizzard Some days, it is just feeling like spring. The quality of the sunlight, the warm, driving winds, and the melting snow on Tuesday seemed to just be shouting, “Spring, spring!!” It was a ...

Seeing the world from my kitchen window this time of year is limiting, yet full of wonder. First of all, frost in a variety of patterns often covers the window, which in itself is really aesthetic. In the vein of no two snowflakes being alike, no two frost patterns seem to be alike either. They ...

“The stormy March is come at last, With wind, and cloud, and changing skies, I hear the rushing of the blast, That through the snowy valley flies.” — William Cullen Bryant, March Next Monday starts a new month, and March is always a month of uncertainty in the Upper Peninsula. ...

EDITOR’S NOTE: This is part two of a two-part series. Part one was published in the Feb. 13-14 weekend edition of The Mining Journal. I sat anxiously in the waiting room before my first surgery, clutching my mom’s hand as my tiny legs swayed under the chair, my toes unable to touch the ...

“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul — and sings the tunes without the words — and never stops at all.” — Emily Dickinson It seems as though winter is just starting with a few snow storms and lots of temperatures cold enough to begin sealing up the largest lake ...