Have you ever noticed the way buds open, almost erupting as if in force of a slow-motion explosion?
They don’t just open. They spill. Like milk spreading across a kitchen floor, or water boiling over a pot. Like a snake shedding a too-small skin.
Most of the leaves around here are open, but a few trees remain brown and bare. Watch the buds. See if you don’t see what I mean.
These ones–I believe they are beech–I particularly love, unfolding from their buds like paper fans, their edges furry and corrugated. Look at how elegantly they were packed in and how glad they must now be to stretch, and feel the sun.
It’s Easter … and I saw the season’s first bloodroot … and I did kneel, as a matter of fact.
And why not? Why shouldn’t I?
I found myself thinking, even–without remembering the poem I posted last year, linked above–that if there is a god, it is a wild thing that lives in the woods. When humans can design and build something as resilient, as beautiful, as functional, as durable, as simple, and as whole as any woodland wildflower, I’ll believe god looks human.
Until then, I’ll enter my own cathedral, and pray at my own altar.
Around here, the very first of the trout lily leaves are appearing.
Look for them at the base of large tree trunks, between exposed roots, on sun-facing southern slopes. The microclimate there is just warm enough to give them a head start. They will look like tightly furled brown spears poking their way through the soil at first. On my birthday, I found several. I can’t wait to get back out this weekend and see how they’ve grown.
The average high in Toronto this time of year is 4C. Yesterday, it got up to 14. Fourteen! Putting aside the global warming concerns: fourteen! Wasn’t it beautiful? Fourteen, sunny, mildly breezey. A perfect day for a walk. It was also the day I finally managed to get myself to a camera store to rent out a macro lens after many years of planning and never finding the spare hour required.
You might wonder, in Toronto in early March, what on earth there is to take a picture of. The birds have not yet returned (though I did see a yellow-bellied sapsucker). The flowers have not yet bloomed; even the bloodroot and trout lilies are still underground. No butterflies, no dragonflies, no caterpillars, no frogs, no turtles, no bumblebees. What good is a macro lens on a gorgeous sunny day when everything is still dead?
You take pictures of the dead stuff, of course.
I’ve often heard people lament that they wish they and/or their kids had a better connection with nature, but: but they live in the city. But they never get to the parks. But it’s cold so much of the year and there’s nothing to see. But their kids would rather watch tv.
The first three are entirely a result of a lack of vision and imagination, and the last is your fault, parents. Kids aren’t born obsessing over televisions. They are at the very least given the opportunity, if not taught outright. But today we’ll leave the electronic conundrum alone, and talk about the perceived limitations of urban/suburban environments and winter, both of which have more to do with having a preconceived idea of what is worth looking at.
You could live in the most blighted urban slum on the planet, or the most glass- and steel-encased urban paradise, and I guarantee you there is nature there worth seeing. Nothing keeps out the wind, nothing keeps out the birds, and even slabs of concrete and asphalt several feet thick won’t keep out the weeds. Moreover, you and every other person you know are nature; our entire species is just another kind of primate, and the most highly constructed of our highly constructed environments is just another kind of animal habitat. The entire idea that we have somehow banished nature from our cities is the worst kind of hubris: we, and everything we build, are part of nature. But more on that another day.
Winter? Come on.
Look at this stuff. It’s all dead, but isn’t it gorgeous? And mind: I have no idea what most of it is, except that I’m pretty sure a few of them are invasives. Right now, so what? Just get out, walk outside through your front door and really look at whatever’s there. You will find something worth seeing, I promise you. Look small. Look down. Look in the nooks and crannies.
For instance, take this goldenrod fly gall–which was alive until some hungry bird pecked through all that woody protection, and look at the depth! That would be hard. All to get one presumably tasty little morsel of larva, since each of these galls host one, all through the winter, safe and warm (or frozen solid, as the case may be, but at any rate safe), until they pupate in the spring. And then, according to what I learned during the Living Winter session at last weekend’s Toronto Sustainability Forum, the flies–who no longer have mouths–secrete chemicals into a balloon on their forehead to push through the thin membrane left on one side of the gall to their freedom, then fly around for two weeks, mate, and die.
Doesn’t sound like much of a life to me; on the other hand, substitute “gall” with “well-paying stable job,” and you might indeed have the average life of your middle-class westerner, putting in time until they get to push through to the all-to-brief freedom of retirement. I suppose that depends on how much you like your work.
Or take this twig.
If you zoom in, you’ll see that the branch on the left put out a feeder sometime last spring or summer–those crazy-twisty bits that let vines climb walls and trees by growing, springy-sproingy, in all directions at once, until they latch on to something. In this case, the springy-sproingy bit latched on to a twig, which subsequently fell from the tree it originally grew from and has now been permanently suspended in air.
The mushrooms aren’t dead, but the trees they are busily transforming back into soil most certainly are. And that tree stump–absolutely, definitely dead. But look at the shape!
Dead stuff is a very important part of any ecosystem. Many animals and insects make their homes in dead trees and logs. Dead twigs and dead leaves find their way into nests. The nutrients captured and stored in dead plants, dead trees and dead animals are released back into the environment over time, keeping the soil healthy and the whole system running. If you remove all the dead stuff from an ecosystem, it’ll die.
Late winter and early spring is a great time of year to get out and see all the dead stuff before it gets swamped by green. The green is great, don’t get me wrong; I’m looking forward to all the business and noise of spring and summer as much as you. But in this last long pause before life rushes back in, you can see and appreciate the vaccuum itself.
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