The upcoming holiday season bodes many social engagements with all the seasonal trappings. No doubt all of these parties will include liquid refreshments, some hard, some soft and many sparkling. It ...

Once in awhile, on the way down the lane, my granddad would stop the truck, reach out the window and break off some twigs of sassafras. I don’t remember the root beer taste; it was more the novelty of ...

Native America turned the bounty of the land into the essentials of life. The tree that the Narragansett Indians called sasaukaka-pamuch, which we today call sassafras, was no exception. Long before ...

In the woods near my childhood home grew a cluster of small trees. I only noticed them after my older brother pointed them out to me. He showed me that some of the leaves were shaped like mittens, but ...

AGAINST the Indian-summer sky, a tree lifts up its hands and testifies to glory, the glory of a blue October day. Yellow or orange, or blood-orange, or sometimes softest salmon pink, or blotched with ...