The poodle girls call us out for walks every day. This week one of our destinations was the great trails at Old Woods Farm. Sylvia (Maggie’s sister) led the way. We passed by the ledge-y high spots. How’s that for a glacial erratic? It marked the point where the trail began to dip down back […]
Last week Julie and I took a few days off, a stay-at-home mini-vacation. One of the things we did was hike up Bald Rock, which is near Lincolnville Beach. The climb up is a bit of a scramble, but the view from the top is entirely worth it. Julie and Ella on Bald Rock. We […]
Spring is all about becoming. And the patterns of becoming. Buds are ready to become flowers that will become fruits. That’s one of the Sargent crabapples that has not done much growing in the five years or so it’s been planted, but boy howdy does it put forth a show of buds, flowers and fruits. […]
The ornamental rhubarb has been outstanding this Spring (or are we still in pre-Spring as the wind-chill was at 40 degrees today on top of more drizzle?). This year, it’s going to flower. That is going to be some flower. The rhubarb dictates the color scheme for the border it dominates, though I’m probably partial […]
Last week before the first snow fell there was a terrific frost, prompting us to look up the word “hoar,” which then lead us to “rime.” Both synonyms for “frost.” Very lovely on the fir-and-holly-filled tutours lining the walkway to the gallery. And on the inkberry near-by. And who said winter wasn’t interesting? Just cold. […]
I came upon this tree with its roots seeming to grow in the trunk. Not sure what happened here, but it sure is interesting. Speaking of not knowing what is happening, somehow the orientation of the photo flipped in translation so the tree looks like it’s lying down. Oh well. Blips happen.
So we’re close to the equinox
We’ve probably had a week of temperatures above freezing and even in the forties! Ice is melting, snow is disappearing, streams are starting to flow. I wonder if those aren’t fisher tracks. But the sure harbinger of spring is the emergence of the first skunk cabbage. The earliest I’ve seen them at Mosquito Head is […]
Growing on a log at Mosquito Head.
I am woefully ignorant when it comes to identifying mushrooms. We walked around Mosquito Head this week and saw lots, just along the path. I have a feeling that if I knew something about them we could have had a tasty meal. So onward toward learning about fungi.