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Tim Loftus
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Writer, Nature-Lover

www.TheSpruceTreeJournal.com


Red-bellied Woodpecker feeding on Poison Ivy berries.
Oxford, MA

Many birds and some animals eat Poison Ivy berries as part of their general diet and aren't affected by the toxic oil in the plant - unlike humans. Remember the rhyme: Leaves of three, let it be/berries of white, take flight.
December 3, 2025 at 8:37 PM
Click the link below for the December 2025 Spruce Tree Journal - a place of refuge, a time of peace, and a message of hope. I wish you and yours the magic sparkle of the holiday season. Tim

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December 2, 2025 at 1:31 PM
THE SPRUCE TREE JOURNAL
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Here's a link to the November 2025 issue:

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November 2, 2025 at 3:35 PM
I went to church the other day, where the glory of the heavens outshone the pallid paintings from any chapel ceiling, where the trees were my stained-glass windows, and a granite glacial erratic on the edge of the pond was more welcoming to this penitent hiker than any cushioned pew could ever be.
October 24, 2025 at 11:05 AM
THE SPRUCE TREE JOURNAL
A place of refuge, a time of peace, a message of hope.

Ditch the news, streaming devices, and your phone to check out the October 2025 issue for a few minutes of peace.

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The Spruce Tree Journal October 2025
Email from Timothy Loftus   THE SPRUCE TREE JOURNAL A place of refuge, a time of peace, a message of hope.   October 2025 It’s October! Welcome to the month of comfortable days and chilly nights, appl
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October 3, 2025 at 12:58 AM
White Pine needles, an unexpected aspergillum filled with Earth’s gentle, healing rain, blessed me whenever I brushed by the boughs. I entered the forest this morning with a heavy heart and left in peace. (And quite wet.)
September 24, 2025 at 10:07 PM
In Irish Gaelic this little Ladybug is called Bóín Dé (BOH-een jay). The literal translation into English is “God’s little cow.”
September 18, 2025 at 11:18 PM
This photo is of a honeybee collecting pollen. You can see one of her "pollen baskets" on her hind leg.
September 18, 2025 at 1:05 PM
See, there's enough to go around.
September 17, 2025 at 12:46 AM
Pine Warbler.
Sometimes the light, the setting, and the model are all in rhythm together.
September 11, 2025 at 11:13 AM
I found these beauties during my Daily Woodland Zen Walk this morning. No names or description to box them into some anthropomorphic idea of classification. No pre-conceived definition of what they are or what they aren’t - just letting their essence tell me about themselves.
September 6, 2025 at 8:27 PM
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September 2, 2025 at 11:34 PM
Early this morning, not long after the sun had crested the horizon, I stopped along the path to listen to a particularly melodious Carolina Wren. But something else was in the air. A scent. It was the silent Sweet Pepperbush blossoms; their fragrance was their own songs passing through the trees.
August 11, 2025 at 9:30 PM
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August 2025
Be well, my friends.
Tim
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August 1, 2025 at 12:23 PM
Need a diversion today - to spend a few moments demagnetizing from the news or from doom scrolling on the internet?
Check out the July 2025 issue of The Spruce Tree Journal. It’s a place of refuge, a time of peace, and a message of hope in this crazy world.
Tim
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July 9, 2025 at 6:02 PM
Oh, how I wanted to stop and sit in silence among the huge ferns – even if only for a few moments. But alas, this time and place had already been claimed by an army of mosquitoes who feasted upon the blood of this trespasser, who quickly found his way to a more welcoming part of the forest.
June 7, 2025 at 5:51 PM
I called him Dutch. Everyone did. It was a signature name, like Elvis or Cher, because there was only one Dutch in Spencer, Massachusetts, and he was the chief of police. Check out the full piece on The Keepthings Instagram or Substack site.
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June 5, 2025 at 11:24 PM
Check out my latest publication! Tracks in the Snow was published in the Londemere Lit Magazine Dulcet, issue IV. Here’s the link to the full magazine. My essay starts on page 40.
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May 30, 2025 at 1:35 AM
This morning during my Daily Woodland Zen Walk, I experienced the season’s waning end of Canada Mayflower blooms with the start of Pink Lady Slippers in the same forested patch.

Just for today, why not align to a few of the thousands of wondrous seasons of the natural world?
May 25, 2025 at 6:18 PM
Today, while standing still in the forest, watching and listening, I caught sight of this little fellow. The breeze was in my favor and it never knew I was there.
May 20, 2025 at 1:03 AM
Early this morning, the fragrance of honey unexpectedly surrounded me. It was from a Honeysuckle bush in full bloom just beyond the bend of the path and out of my sight at that time. The sweet scent transported me back to a time when my daughter Caitlin and I started the first of our many beehives.
May 11, 2025 at 3:06 PM
I love listening to the music of this waterfall – as if it were singing just for me. It will be this vision and this song I will hear as this weary body drifts off to sleep tonight.
May 8, 2025 at 11:37 PM
During my Daily Woodland Zen Walk, I paused at a patch of Common Blue Violets and thought of these words from Mary Oliver:

“Sometimes I need only to stand wherever I am to be blessed.”
May 4, 2025 at 5:05 PM
During my Daily Woodland Zen Walk, I paused at a patch of Common Blue Violets and thought of these words from Mary Oliver:

“Sometimes I need only to stand wherever I am to be blessed.”
May 4, 2025 at 5:04 PM
The sweet, intoxicating perfume of apple blossoms always brings me back to my halcyon single-digit years when I’d sit high up in the apple tree just off the north side of my parent’s property. Even as a young nerd, I sensed the magic, even if I couldn’t articulate it as such then.
May 3, 2025 at 5:15 PM