Another American Adventure: nightly walk

Sunday, April 28, 2013

nightly walk

Every night after supper we take a walk around the apartments. These are some photos from last night.

The white trees are getting more green as the white blossoms blow away. They look like either snow or those white circles that come from a "hole punch" as the blow.

Another kind of tree up by the rabbit tree.

Still some beginning budding happening ...

... while other trees are almost fully leafed.

First sighting of a dogwood blossom.

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BarbaraApril 29, 2013 at 10:16 PM
Overnight the trees and shrubs are bursting with leaves and the magnolias and redbuds (?) are in bloom. I am looking forward to the crabapples to explode in pink!
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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.