Sunday, 5 April
Good Morning
Jessicca…
This is the
time in each year nature sheds its hunkered down ways and revives itself to
benefit from the launch of spring. Friday
morning started out cool and overcast, kind of like the June-gloom mornings I
experienced as a kid growing up in San Diego.
I drove about three miles to the site of this morning’s browse.
I walked an
abandoned road into the forest.
The creek
was low, leaving a necklace of still ponds for tadpoles to grow.
Dogwood is
in bloom. Bees are here but it’s still
too early for hummingbirds.
Some tree
crowns filled with vine, looking like soaring bramble.
Thick and
rope-like these vines grasp the nearest tree, catching a ride upwards.
Much of the
area still has the feel of winter, but this will quickly change.
A derelict
shed gives way to the incessant pull of earth.
Strewn wood
waits for the services of fungus and termite to return it to the soil.
Two wild
turkey flew into a farmer’s field and were quickly hidden by the grass.
North
Carolina’s natural state is a carpet of forest.
Trees grow at the slightest provocation.
Ever wonder
where the term tar heel comes from? It’s
what North Carolinians call themselves – like Hoosiers of Indiana. I think it has to do with all these
trees. Old sailing vessels would put
into this state’s ports for refitting because wood was so readily available. The tar used in processing the wood for ocean
voyages would get on the workers’ feet and they would track it everywhere. It’s a nickname quickly and accurately given.
Love,
Dad
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