Everything is Made out of Magic (or, Earth Garden XII: Nature Park in Early Spring)

 “Sometimes since I’ve been in the garden I’ve looked up through the trees at the sky and I have had a strange feeling of being happy as if something was pushing and drawing in my chest and making me breathe fast. Magic is always pushing and drawing and making things out of nothing. Everything is made out of magic, leaves and trees, flowers and birds, badgers and foxes and squirrels and people. So it must be all around us.
In this garden — in all the places.”

― Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden

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birdwatch loop meadow with snow
birdwatch loop meadow with snow

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So many surprises, so much magic, attending an April walk in the woods.

I went hoping for some salamander or frogs’ eggs in the vernal pools. But the pools are still pretty iced-over. The ice seems to be sitting on the bottom of the pools, with water on top. No eggs in any of them. No frogs heard, no amphibians seen. But the pools are ethereal, otherworldly, like Yellowstone geothermal caldrons.

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I went expecting mostly clear trails and instead found them still half-covered with icy snow, as was the pond.

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I didn’t expect insects but found them nonetheless (click for larger view).

Cladara atroliturata (scribbler moth) on leaves
Cladara atroliturata (scribbler moth) on leaves
Cladara atroliturata (scribbler moth) in motion
Cladara atroliturata (scribbler moth) in motion
springtails, closer
springtails
Osmia (mason) bees with mites, mating on bee box
Osmia (mason) bees with mites, mating on bee box

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I didn’t expect, indeed never considered, a geocached treasure trove, and yet, there it was, now that the snow that covered it has melted. (It remains in situ.)

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And this green rock, embedded in the white one, like a grasshopper on snow: How magical is that?

green and white rocks

green and white rocks

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I’m always on the lookout for reminders of others who have been here before me.

pileated woodpecker hole
pileated woodpecker hole
scat
scat
remains of metal windmill
remains of metal windmill
remains of stone wall
remains of stone wall

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I saw some unusual forms and shapes.

Beech tree (Fagus grandifolia) with Beech Bark Disease
Beech tree (Fagus grandifolia) with Beech Bark Disease
tree trunks
convergence of tree trunks

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This tableau reminded me of a tropical paradise, with the club moss transformed into a palm tree and the bright green of the moss on the stone the glassy green ocean. The leaves have become sand.

club moss and other moss

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Some signs of spring weren’t surprising but enchant nonetheless, like yellowing alder catkins and marsh marigold starting to emerge.

emerging Caltha palustris (marsh marigold)
emerging Caltha palustris (marsh marigold)

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I like to revisit the familiar … the familiars … the runes of the ever-enchanted forest, fields, pond: The apple trees, the meadow, the blueberry bushes, the birdwatch loop, the cattails.

apple trees
apple trees
field by apple trees
field by apple trees
blueberry bushes
blueberry bushes

Birdwatch Loop sign

cattail
cattail

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“It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.”

― Rainer Maria Rilke

 

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