November Apologies to Tom

It is November, right?

I'm sorry, but is anyone else thinking, "mashed potatoes and gravy" as these turkeys lope through the rain across our hay field?

Uh-oh. Did you fellows hear someone mention "gravy"?

Growth

In past blog entries, I have written  about the piece of land Jeff and I bought after it had been timbered.  Once he had "cleaned up" the land, we planted about two hundred trees. When this land was first timbered I was broken hearted not only about the loss of trees, but also the loss of other plants. during spring the ground under the trees was covered with small Jack-in-the-pulpets. I had transplanted several into my garden but couldn't save them all.

There were also thousands of woodland ferns that disappeared from the forest floor but after three years, these are returning in surprising abundance. Their curly fronds shine bright against a leaf littered collage of brown.

Today's walk took me around the potential mini-forest currently overrun with brambles.  Poplar trees threaten to overwhelm the  slow-growing hardwoods while some of our trees have succumbed to drought and animal damage.

It is hard to distinguish planted trees from brush.  I know they are in there, but where?

Look very hard through this mix of gray stems amid rusty brown leaves and you will see a feint blur of green. That green belongs to a hemlock. There are several hidden in the brambles.

Barely visible, these hemlocks give me hope. I have hope that there are other trees in there. That there are trees there slowly maturing, now storing energy absorbed last summer. It is November so they are preparing for their short winter rest.

We have left the briers hopping their thorns will provide a bit of protection until the trees are mature enough to shade the ground.   Hoping that our grand children will explore under a canopy of oaks and maples while they playfully lob hazel nuts and acorns at each other.

I am thankful for the regeneration of the forest