Another American Adventure: Swamp Cabbage?

Friday, February 15, 2013

Swamp Cabbage?

Could these be the first swamp cabbages breaking through? I'll check them again tomorrow if it isn't too icy down by the creek.

Still no snow, but it's supposed to get colder this weekend (starting this afternoon). I already think it's cold!

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BarbaraFebruary 15, 2013 at 7:51 AM
I woke to a beautiful inch or so dusting of snow on the tree limbs and sidewalks and street. It was stunning in the sunlight. It was also remarkably warm (around freezing is warm here). You can feel the springtime coming, though.
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beth cioffolettiFebruary 18, 2013 at 8:42 AM
We're getting more snow here now. Sometimes I think that the very cold is not as cold as the just above freezing temperatures. The wind and humidity have a lot to do with how cold it feels here. I'm definitely not as cold now as I was when I first got here.
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"In those first days, people said, a squirrel could run the long length of Pennsylvania without ever touching the ground. In those first days, the woods were white oak and chestnut, hickory, maple, sycamore, walnut, wild ash, wild plum, and white pine. The pine grew on the ridgetops where the mountains' lumpy spines stuck up and their skin was thinnest.

"The wilderness was uncanny, unknown. Benjamin Franklin had already invented his stove in Philadelphia by 1753, and Thomas Jefferson was a schoolboy in Virginia; French soldiers had been living in forts along Lake Erie for two generations. But west of the Alleghenies in western Pennsylvania, there was not even a settlement, not even a cabin. No Indians lived there, or even near there.

"Wild grapevines tangled the treetops and shut out the sun. Few songbirds lived in the deep woods. Bright Carolina parakeets - red, green, and yellow - nested in the dark forest. There were ravens then, too. Woodpeckers rattled the big trees' trunks, ruffed grouse whirred their tail feathers in the fall, and every long once in a while a nervous gang of empty-headed turkeys came hustling and kicking through the leaves - but no one heard any of this, no one at all."

Annie Dillard, An American Childhood.