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Nature’s First Green



Spring is apparently going to do its thing and I am contemplating buying masks specifically for warding off pollen. Does anyone know where I can find this shade of green?




The alternative is staying inside until the first frost. (Masking outside makes me feel ridiculous but it sure beats steroids.)

Speaking of Spring, there are plenty of good reasons for wanting to be outside.




The 2026 season over at Merriweather Park at Symphony Woods begins in April. Take a look at what’s coming up.

Possibly my favorite outdoor-oriented local post is this one from Clark’s Elioak Farm.




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ISO: Volunteers at the farm. We're looking for kids 12 years (or older) or adults to come out on the weekends.

Volunteers are stationed in our Bunny Barn, holding rabbits and Chicks for our visitors to pet and learn about.

Morning shift of 10 AM to 1:30 PM or an afternoon shift of 1 PM to 4:30 PM. Please message for more details.

Serious inquiries only please. We're looking to create a consistent schedule- now through early June, June through the end of August, and September and October.

We'd love if you could commit at least two months at a time, so you can get to know the animals and we can get to know you. Thanks!

It looks like this local opportunity was irresistible.


****Update**** thank you so much for so much interest so quickly! Right now please note that we are on pause and do not need anymore volunteers at this time. But when we do, we will post here again. Thank you again so much for everyone that's reached out.

I guess you really need to jump on those opportunities at the Bunny Barn. 

Have a great Monday.


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