Maples and More. Otter Heaven. Mill Brook.
Who welcomed me into the swamp as I started my quest for the Stepping Stones? A big swamp maple. Some call them red maples. The brook – and too many […]
Monthly Archives: January 2017
Symplocarpus foetidus in the Mill Brook Swamps
Bushwhacking along the brooks and in the swamps keeps getting more and more enticing. Every time I go on another expedition I see something amazing, find something fascinating, or just […]
January Walk, Mill Brook Valley,West Tisbury
When I was a kid, my main water haunt was the Tiasquam River, which ran just below my house. From there, its valley extended upstream another three and a half miles. The […]
Music Street of a Late January Evening
I’d been in the house all day, and was antsy as could be. The body needed exercise, and there was a mailbox a half mile away, a mailbox that might […]
Warm winter, Late Snowdrops?
As winter begins, days start to lengthen. The increasing light signals plants to prepare for spring. Snowdrops (galanthus nivalis) are among the first responders. I have seen them blooming as […]
Boston Women’s March, 1/21/17
The tompostpile usually prefers to stick with posts that stay away from topics that are covered at length elsewhere. Today’s worldwide Women’s Marches have been thoroughly covered by the media. […]
Lichen It
I went on a great walk the other afternoon. I left home not long after lunch, and didn’t get home until dark. Today there’s not enough time to assemble those […]
A Quansoo Opening in January, with Reflections on the Universe.
We’d gone to Black Point Beach purely on a let’s-get-out-of-the-house whim. But when we got there and saw Dale McClure’s dump truck and big trailer, and then then discovered excavator tracks […]
January Black Point Beach Trip
Hey, it’s a nice day! Do you want to go down to Black Point? Sure, why not? Let’s go as soon as last year’s seeds are sorted and put in […]
Old Stone Walls, Visited
Martha’s Vineyard is a dump. It’s a pile of material the glaciers scraped from the land to our north and dumped when they stopped. Think of those glaciers of ten thousand […]
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