There’s always something wondrous to see in “the Bog” on the edge of Wells – more correctly called a fen, I’m told.
One of my favourite things to observe is the annual movement of willows that spring back after a winter bent under the weight of several metres of snow. The dark colour of their branches absorbs heat from the sun and accelerates their rate of recoil. Their imprints remain in the snow where they used to lay underneath.
Here and there lie small springs of Bryonia lichen that has blown off trees in the wind. Their dark colour also attracts solar warmth to form small pockets in the snow.
Some people might look at those photos and say, you can’t fool me, that is still winter. But having just come out of winter and being an optimist, nice, sun on the mountains, little signs of life,
Yes, it all starts to accelerate here, Randy!
wonderful, all that tapestry laid out for you on the snow
I always wonder, What would Annerose be looking at out here?
Aw, thanks Bill, that makes me happy!
Thanks for sharing Bill. You are going to miss Moose Meadow!!!!
Thanks, Chris – you’re right!