An early spring sight, and something more unusual.
We’re used to wild azaleas, Rhododendron canescens, blooming around now. Plenty of buds promise more flowers after this first one.
But the other sight was more unusual. Continue reading
It’s good to get a little exercise.
Gretchen likes heaving logs under the red maples.
Birds and dogs.
We could get it down with a ladder.
But we left it there to grow again.
This moss grows all the time.
In her habitat.
Yellow Dog knows all the woods paths.
This is also a beaver pond now, only larger than the others.
Dogs like mud.
That tree was knee-high when we transplanted it.
Back in the 1930s, during the Great Depression, my father and grandfather paid off the mortgage on the farm through income from turpentine. This is a catface, where the bark was scraped off a pine tree so its sap would ooze out, to be caught in a metal cup nailed below on the tree.
The rest of the tree long ago was logged.
Behind the pine tree stump and the adjoining oak tree, you can see a beaver pond. Continue reading
Yellow Dog and Brown Dog cooling off in a beaver pond.
Gretchen is represented by her camera there on the right.
For the rest of the story, see Cottonmouth moccasin v Yellow Dog and Brown Dog @ OPF 2016-11-29.