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Rob McCall

Acorns, wild turkeys, and signs of snow
It's fall and that means wild fruits coming into their own, and hunting season.
Independence Day, the monarch effect, and the rare unicorn root
A report on springtime blooms, bees, and gardens.
Flowing sap, budding pussy willows, quacking wood frogs, and other signs that spring will come.
Rob McCall reflects on the midwinter activities of pruning, sleeping, and looking to summer.
The winter season brings the first snow, woodsmoke in the air, and time for close-knit community.
Autumn brings slowing days, walks in the woods, and a final round of flowers.
July brings garden bounty, molting birds, and summer storms.
Spring: Everything is green, growing, and blossoming.
It is the time of year for thawing and hints of rejuvenation.
Winter snow doesn’t stop the littlest critters.
Tis the season of hibernation, snow and ice, and quiet reflection.
Fall arrives and nature adjusts.
Summer arrives downeast and nature comes alive.
Spring is on the way, and then summer. Rob McCall discusses lupines, opening up the “camp,” and other harbingers of warm weather.
Rob McCall praises spring birds, blooms, and the white-tailed deer.
From cozy hibernation to bundled exploration, Rob McCall offers thoughts for how to pass the deep winter months.
The close of the year brings holiday traditions, chilly weather, and hibernation for all of nature's creatures.
Rob McCall considers migration, apples and pumpkins, and autumnal shifts.
Rob McCall reflects on summer berries, jellyfish, welcome rain, and slow-growing trees.
Naturalist John James Audubon’s epic trip to Labrador in search of the Great Auk began in Maine.
Rob McCall ruminates on nature and the spiritual world as the world turns from spring to early summer.
Rob McCall reflects on slow winter days, the spring thaw, St. Patrick, and the pleasures of island life.
Snowflakes are the wheels of the storm chariots, the wreck of chariot wheels after a battle in the skies, these glorious spangles, the sweepings of heaven’s floor.
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