Folks, I am talked out. I meant to write about learning the trees — as individuals, not just species. They’re easy to get to know when they’re naked in the winter, so I’ve been studying their architecture and their personalities. Like the coppiced oak sisters, seven saplings that sprouted up in a circle from the roots of a felled trunk, or this twisty pitch pine, arcing over the path.
But the woods refreshed me on New Year’s Eve without saying anything. Maybe you need a little quiet too, so I’ll let the pictures do the talking. I’ll be back with words soon. In the meantime, Happy New Year.
I don’t know, any ideas? Might be a wasp nest, but it’s only about 3 inches tall, hanging on a scrub oak twig. I didn’t notice it at all this summer, and I pass that way often, so I couldn’t tell you what it looked like before they all hatched and it disintegrated! One of my new goals (as of today) is to get more IDs into these posts!
a picture is worth a thousand words – keep up the great work!
I can hear the rustle of dried leaves in the breeze and the soft flow of water…nice.