Dear Curiosity Journal, At the base camp of the sugar bush, I lean against a fallen oak. Even in...

Dear Curiosity Journal, After much pre-season preparation, the maple tapping has begun, and our...

Dear Curiosity Journal,  An undergraduate memory emerged from yesterday’s reflections of...

Dear Curiosity Journal, When Rufus and I picked up a multicolored mushroom puzzle last week, he...

Dear Curiosity Journal, A flutter of questions for the new farm veterinarian flew from my mouth to...

Dear Curiosity Journal, Back beneath the boughs of the Sugar Maples, Rufus and I continue to...

Dear Curiosity Journal, The snow cover ebbs from the landscape, signaling the syrup enthusiasts to...

Dear Curiosity Journal, A curious wave of calm comes over me when I enter the greenhouse in the...

Dear Curiosity Journal, The most curious sheep of the flock is Betty Lou Ewe by a landslide. Rufus...

Farmer Rufus brings the flock a few round bales and they almost escape.

Dear Curiosity Journal, The soft snowflake crystals have been remodeled into an icy landscape, and...

Dear Curiosity Journal, As much as my life is directed by experiential education, nothing satiates...