Let's take a little walk together. You might remember all the leaves from a mid-autumn walk in many of the same places. As you can see they're still there settling further into the cellular world of the landscape's history. On warmer February days I'll begin to groom the frog pond's rockscape in line with late winter pruning tasks. But for now it's a symphony of decomposition.
Today was so warm that I expected to see a few oily black frog noses peeking through the slim passages of melted water. Perhaps they sensed how brief the pleasant weather was going to be. Am very thankful there was a break in the high to gale force winds of recent days so I had a chance for a lingering inspection tour before they descended again. Looks like this may be our third consecutive January thaw when there's very limited time to be outside enjoying the smell of rising earth and perhaps managing to knock off a few of the lingering items on the Didn't Get Done list.
The above stream views I habitually share are a familiar touchstone. But when I keep walking into the woods the view quickly shifts to offer a fresh perspective.
not pictured: a daunting amount of fresh tree-fall debris.
additional context: on our first evening of so-called 'ownership' I discovered the landscaped pond was full of frogs. J. discovered an enormous rock that grounds all energy and sight-lines in our backyard.
When we arrived the self-mulched area of the rock was dotted with Jack-in-the-Pulpits in full flower. The following year I learned that in earlier spring Canadian anemones ring the rock's entire border. Nearby is the first Hawthorne I noticed during my first full morning in residence. It took me two magical hide-and-seek years to find its Grandmother. Smaller rocks form stony breadcrumbs leading towards the heart of our little woods (pictured in the previous post with a look upwards at the heart's crown-land.
At some point the rock split. A few spindly maples set their roots just there but all have died and subsequently fallen since our arrival. Last year I used my grandmother's method of seeding woodland plants around our home's foundation to (hopefully) seed an additional colony of Jack in the Pulpits within the split. Time will tell if I was successful.