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.