Silvery pussy willow buds
On Saturday morning I held my first own Nature Walk - in the Franklin Park wilderness, so close to where I live and go so often. After posting in this blog and on Facebook, a few people have asked to come with me some time and to see what I see. So I thought I would invite the ones that have asked, and keep an open mind to what would come up. After writing the invitation I decided to sleep on it before making it public, but my cat decided to publish it, by sitting on my computer keyboard, and she also decided that I should invite everyone I know and not only a few select ones. In the end three adults and a two year old showed up, which was just perfect.
It was sunny, cold and windy, and still lots of snow. We talked about Beech leaves and how they often stay on the trees through winter, some papery white, some with more of this golden hue.
We saw swelling maple buds, mighty oaks, poison ivy vines, and the little marsh by the golf course where you can find great spring migrating warblers and others, very soon.
On Sunday I headed out on late afternoon, to Millenium park. I was hoping to see the beavers in action, and was drawn to the water and swamplands. It was so beautiful and the sun was shining, and it didn't matter that I did not see the beavers.
Blooming alder grew by the river
Everywhere was the sound of the blackbirds, singing, signaling, sounding. I have never seen or heard so many.
I believe these are red maple buds.
Red osier dogwood stems against a backdrop of phragmite stems.
A couple of views of the marsh. Since the beavers moved in, Saw mill brook has expanded and formed this amazing wetland.
And they were still busy.
Then I saw that the beavers were not the only busy ones. Someone, and I assume this is the work of park rangers, have taken the time to saw off the stumps left by the beavers. I do not understand why anyone takes the time to do this - and still leave the stumps and the tooth marked wood chips on the ground.
If they want to stay busy with the saw, why not take out this mess of Bittersweet?
Skunk cabbage, arranged like a bouquet in the water. I've heard another name for them - Swamp candles, which I like.
Reflections in the calm water.
Red dogwoods, phragmites, trees in the setting sun.
I wanted to continue through the woods on this path, but time was running out and I had to start walking back.
By my car this mockingbird sat quietly and enjoyed the evening.