The tree always looks smaller in the open air, overcast sky low and misty and serene like Saturdays. Dozens of domesticated and pampered firs, blue and green and spritely, set in rows like debutantes. Twirl each one around on its trunk, measure it against the top of someone else’s head, smell that breeze of fragrance, see the needles tremble at the motion, pick one, any one, tie it to the roof of the car, bring it on in with the damp and the dirt and the pine straw, clean it

A modicum of tedium is fodder for the soul. Take the groceries out of the fridge, then put them back in. Baskets of laundry, smelling of...

Discover the world of coffee with Pollard Coffee's 'Coffee of the Month Club'! Each month, we bring you an exclusive single-origin coffee...

Music is emanating from beyond the cathedral line of trees, a reverberating guitar, repetitions of drum and bass. Flickers of pollen are...

Coffee lovers, rejoice! July brings a delightful treat for subscribers of our Coffee of the Month club: the Ethiopia Guji Shakiso. This...

At our roastery, we celebrate the diversity and depth of flavors found in coffees around the world. This month, we are excited to feature...

Coffee lovers around the world are always on the lookout for unique flavors and stories behind their favorite brews. Flores Bajawa Ngura...

Hello everyone! We understand there's a lot of confusing information out there, and we aim to be as transparent as possible during this...

After the snow melts and the earth is unveiled, the grass is limned with impressions of green. Something is alive in there—the geese are...

If you love coffee, then you know that every month is a chance to discover new and exciting flavors. This March, we are thrilled to...

In the morning there is a gentle snowfall. Children rough up the crystallized hills with the toes of their boots. They might sell the...

The volcano came to say goodbye to the year. A subtle display of ridged, white surface, a white top disappearing into the clouds. A year...

Sometimes the clouds clear. Sometimes the mountain peeks out from the cover, superimposing itself, a photomontage in massive proportion....

Here we are sequestering together indoors as the wind blows, as the rain dribbles, as the grass dresses in frost and neutral tones....

Walk through the neighborhoods. Look toward the pin oaks. Cracked acorns, orange-flamed leaves, a squirrel climbing lazily onto an...

The Brazilwood tree has a bright red core in its trunk. Like blood or magnum, shiny and wet when spliced open. Brazil, Brasil, ‘reddish’,...

Frogs in the night, in the august rain, that mist rising up over the sound like heat, steam, silver scales and fish tails. The Sound, the...

(We're a smidge late, thanks for reading!) In the heat we become mammals. We remember we have bodies, limbs flapping around under harsh,...

Take a walk, note the foliage. The globe is a garden. The garden is a globe. Stars of white blooms on the dogwood trees, cottonwood fuzz...

Somehow, we are already into May. We finally are getting longer days, and the chill in the air is slowly starting to disappear. We are...