Having gone in pursuit of lichens on a particular knobby outcrop of rock above the trail, I found myself thwarted by a dome of snow, the colonies of Cladonia buried beneath its cap. Although the white stuff is melting rapidly in the Longmire compound, it's holding on in the sheltered forest. At the margins of winter, only the leaves of a few wildflowers are beginning to show. Such is the season here: nine months of winter, a few weeks of spring and fall at either end, and full-blown summer glory from mid-July to early September.
This is the 15th year of continuous daily publication for 365Caws. All things considered, it's likely it will be the last year as it is becoming increasingly difficult for me to find interesting material. However, I hope that I may have inspired someone to a greater curiosity about the natural world with my natural history posts, or encouraged a novice weaver or needleworker. If so, I've done what I set out to do.
Thursday, April 25, 2013
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Having gone in pursuit of lichens on a particular knobby outcrop of rock above the trail, I found myself thwarted by a dome of snow, the colonies of Cladonia buried beneath its cap. Although the white stuff is melting rapidly in the Longmire compound, it's holding on in the sheltered forest. At the margins of winter, only the leaves of a few wildflowers are beginning to show. Such is the season here: nine months of winter, a few weeks of spring and fall at either end, and full-blown summer glory from mid-July to early September.
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