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.
365Caws is now in its 16th year of publication. If I am unable to post daily, I hope readers who love the natural world and fiberarts will seize those days to read the older material. Remember that this has been my journey as well, so you may find errors in my identifications of plants. I have tried to correct them as I discover them. Likewise, I have refined fiberarts techniques and have adjusted recipes, so search by tags to find the most current information. And thank you for following me!
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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