Is it November, –or is it THIS November–, that renders sun a memory?
What images, what journeys hold light so crucial to me, ever more essential, every day?
Key birding buddy, Mary Wood, and I ‘hiked the day down,’ –mostly wordlessly, often birdlessly–, after the election. November surprised us with remnant vividness.
Walk with us. Climb with us.
We owe this lovely restoration to Winnie (Hughes) and Fred Spar, and Tom Poole. I know Winnie through U.S. 1 Poets, and Fred and Tom through D&R Greenway Land Trust, where I work.
Finding these images on this gloomy day reminds that all that matters in my life is preservation, — of nature, of beauty, of wild spaces.
Oh, yes, and freedom. For the wildlings and for us.
Winnie and Fred, in their fine new signs, give honor to legendary birder, quintessential birdwalk leader, Lou Beck, of Washington Crossing Audubon.
We all give credit to everyone who reaches out, through whatever non-profits, to save the wild while we can. Thoreau was right, you know: “In wildness is the preservation of the world.”
Memories of this refuge especially include green herons. Not this day, not this season — but often. Sometimes, kayaking nearby, one spots green herons mincing along the banks of the (D&R, of course) canal, then lofting up into Refuge trees.
Spring brings not only winged miracles. This refuge is yellow-flag and blue-flag Central in May. Wild iris of the most vivid hues, The Rogers is worthy of a journey for ‘flags’ alone.
Invasive species had driven out cattails essential to territorializing red-winged blackbirds.
Seemingly inescapable phragmites, — bush-tailed grasses beloved of decorators–, are too frail to support the weight of males, ruffling scarlet epaulets, vocalizing welcome to females and banishment to rivals, in these woods and wetlands.
Restoration, a key facet of preservation, is visible in the final scene of Mary’s and my November walk.