Cicadas, buckling and unbuckling their stomach muscles, yield the sound of someone sharpening scissors. Fall field crickets, the thermometer hounds, add high-pitched tinkling chirps to the jazz, and their call quickens with warm weather, slows again with cool. Diane Ackerman addbucklecall share on social
Nature is more like a seesaw than a crystal, a never-ending conga line of bold moves and corrections. Diane Ackerman boldcongacorrection Change image and share on social
The garden is a living, pulsing, singing, scratching, warring, erotic, and generally rowdy thing. I may find peace in its midst, but I regard it as a whole with many parts, a plural organism. Diane Ackerman eroticfindgarden Change image and share on social
Look in the mirror. The face that pins you with its double gaze reveals a chastening secret. Diane Ackerman chastendoubleface Change image and share on social
I'm certainly not opposed to digital technology, whose graces I daily enjoy and rely on in so many ways. But I worry about our virtual blinders. Diane Ackerman blinderdailydigital Change image and share on social
We tend to think of heroes only in terms of violent combat, whether it's against enemies or a natural disaster. But human beings also perform radical acts of compassion; we just don't talk about them, or we don't talk about them as much. Diane Ackerman actbeingcombat share on social
The simple, stupefying truth that, as a woman, I am a minute ocean, in the dark tropic of whose womb eggs lay coded as roe, floating in the sea that wet-nursed us all, moved me deeply. Diane Ackerman codedarkdeeply Change image and share on social
The more we exile ourselves from nature, the more we crave its miracle waters. Diane Ackerman craveexilemiracle Change image and share on social
Habitats keep evolving new pageants of species, and we shouldn't interfere. Diane Ackerman evolvehabitatinterfere Change image and share on social
