Sunday, May 6, 2012

Birthday Walk

Some day my dogs think they will catch one of these . . .

What a day!

Garlic mustard, an invasive species that everyone is forever pulling out of the woods . . . I think we are losing the battle.

There is so much run-off from all the new homes and paved shopping plazas upstream, trees blow over in the slightest wind, and the woods have become pretty swampy.

The skunk cabbages love all that water. As do the mosquitoes.

I love the may apples. The flowers are under the umbrella leaves, so it's easy to miss them.

And of course the swamp buttercups . . .

We won the first battle against fracking under these woods. Now they are talking about logging the park for money. Most of the wood is so soggy, I am not sure even the loggers will want the wood. I am reminded of this:

Only when the last tree has died and the last river been poisoned and the last fish been caught will we realise we cannot eat money. ~Cree Indian Proverb


Erin O'Brien said...

Happy happy, Nin.

Hannah Stephenson said...

Happiest of birthday, Nin!

Laura said...

Beautiful Cree Indian Proverb.
Happy Birthday!

TC said...

Magnificent, uplifting, happy birthday Nin, and something tells me no Boston Terrier will ever get high enough up that tree to bother that squirrel.

Live and let live! More happy, happy love! (as John Keats wrote on his Unbirthday.)

ACravan said...

This is a remarkable representation of your walk; I feel as though I'm there with you. You are right, of course, about the garlic mustard and the diminished trees. Happy birthday. I'm so sorry I missed it. Hope you had a great time. Curtis