Hangin' in the forest, it's where we love to be. With a couple of our favourite people, talking to the trees.
Flowers of the forest floor, soon they won't be here anymore. They'll be covered with the winter snow, awaiting springs warm, sunny glow.
A nice walk in the forest, breathing the air of the trees. Treading carefully over roots, photographing bumblebees.
Paths of rocks. Paths of roots. Paths of trees, with autumn leaves. People from here. People from there. The people are mine, wherever they are.
On top of the beautiful hills of the Georgian Peaks Ski Resort, overlooking the Bay's cool, blue waters. I skied here a few times, a long time ago. Twisted my ankle on a first run, skied the rest of the day. Walked with crutches, the rest of the month.
This week, September 19th through to September 25th, is National Forest Week.
This year’s theme is “Our Forests, Continually Giving. “
‘A beacon of renewal, resilience, and hope, for the future. ‘
The top photo demonstrates what our neighbouring Simcoe County forest looked like 40 years ago.
The bottom photo was taken today. It shows the changes that have taken place as the pine trees were harvested, and a deciduous forest allowed to prosper.
Simcoe County has been named the Forest Capitol of Canada, for 2022. For the second time.
Back in 1982, the County recieved the award for the first time.
Simcoe County is being recognized for the role forests play in socio- economic, and environmental health. Plus it’s sustainable forest management practices.
A great way to celebrate the 100th anniversary of the Simcoe County Forests.
On the way to Tofino, 800 year old trees, 80 feet high, in a bed of ferns and dripping with moss.
Old growth forests, planted forest, forests like our own little forest that has developed on it’s own. Gradually populating an acre of field with pines, spruce, maple, oaks, and any other tree that wants to call our little plot of land home.
Black and white Shade and sun Cold,cold rocks And lots of fun!
An amazing trail of root paved paths, winding through the forest. A forest full, of rocks, of caves, and of crevasses.
White birch bark Streams of sunshine Texture and colour Birds in rhyme.
The temperature change, deep in the caves and crevasses, was a welcome cooling, on a warm September day.
A wonderful, young couple helped us navigate our way through the maze of crevasses, and rock. They were in the early days of their relationship, and I enjoyed the privilege of taking their first ‘as a couple’ photos; other than the selfies that they themselves had taken.
Rays of sunshine Old,old rocks Good foot wear and dry socks.
We met lots of wonderful people today. Most moving twice as fast as we were. But, we were twice as old as they were. So we called it even.
Dark green moss Cool, dark rocks. Well marked trails No hand rails.
Through the trees, Behind the leaves, Lies the beautiful Georgian Bay!
‘A society grows great when old men plant trees whose shade they know they shall never sit in.’ Greek Proverb
In 1904, Jennie Butchart had the idea to beautify the worked-out limestone quarry which had supplied her husband, Robert Pim Butchart’s, nearby cement plant.
As we walked through the gardens, we reminisced about our flower beds back home. Reflecting on the plants gifted and traded for, from friends, and from relatives. I thought about all of the Soul Sister creations, and other pieces of art that adorn the gardens, pathways, and forest, of our little piece of Eden, a five hour flight away.
Each day Requires us to receive Linger long Under waterfalls of grace Get saturated,satiated. Author Unknown
Flowers are the music Of the ground From earth's lips Spoken without sound. Edwin Curran
Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What do you see? Bill Martin Jr/Eric Carle
Advice From a Tree. Stand tall and proud Sink your roots into the earth Be content With your natural beauty Go out on a limb Drink plenty of water Remember your roots. Enjoy the view. Created by your true nature.com
Roses are red, my love Violets are blue. Sugar is sweet, my love But not as sweet as you! Bobby Vinton
A flower does not think of competing with the flower next to it. It just blooms. Zen Shin
‘You must be absolutely honest and true in the depicting of a totem for meaning is attached to every line. You must be particular about detail and proportion. ‘ Emily Carr
Be silent my dear, and enjoy the scene As we walk in this Japanese Garden serene. The sun is shining in the afternoon sky, And treeline bamboo catches the eye. Joyce Hensley
'I think that I shall never see, a poem, as lovely as a tree.' Kilmer 1913
'A hive for the buzzing bees A nest for birds There ain't no words For the beauty, the splendor, the wonder of the.. ' by the Cowsills OF THE TREES!!!!
Having read both Finding the Mother Tree, and The Hidden Life of Trees, I have decided to allow the centre of our forest, the little piece untouched by my saw and slippers, to remain as it is.
This small portion of the forest is home to three large oak trees, numerous pine and spruce trees, and a variety of coniferous and decidous saplings. Plus grasses, ferns, wild flowers, and a wide variety of fungi.
A forest where the trees connect with the soil, with the fungi and the mushrooms, communicating through a large underground network.
While looking at this part of the forest, I am reminded of a story my father used to tell about his first impressions of this new country, Canada, he and his small family were about to call home.
When stepping off of the train, surrounded by forest, he surveyed the area and thought to himself, ‘it won’t be difficult to find employment in this country, they have yet to trim their trees.’
In the forest the Mother Trees recognizes, and talks to their kin, shaping future generations.
I just finished reading The Hidden Life of Trees by Peter Wohlleben, and discovered what trees feel and how they communicate. In Wohlleben’s work, his research follows the science of, Canadian, Suzanne Simard whose story is told in her book, Finding the Mother Tree. These two books have taught me so much about my little forest, which I have separated into three parts. The first being The Planted Forest.
This part of our forest was planted. I had brought home a couple of bundles of spruce saplings from a tree nursery where I had seasonal employment. My father stopped by and planted these little spruts in the northeast corner of our property. His work being interrupted as he had to rescue two, adventurous, three year olds. Returning them to their moms, after they had left the backyard and were traveling down the road to visit their dads at work.
He planted these seeding, in straight rows. They bordered on a much taller pine forest that had been planted years earlier by the Ministry of Natural Resources. He planted these trees thirty-five years ago.
Left unattended, these seedlings grew into trees. The forest becoming the beautiful sanctuary it is today. Occasionally they gave one of their own to adorn our living room at Christmas time.
This past year I have spent a lot of time in this part of the forest. I trimmed branches and removed dead trees.
I’ve learned from reading this past week, that forests allowed to develop on their own provide for one another, and communicate with one another.
Trees planted by people remain individuals, growing independently. They will age, but not to the years of those left to naturalize on their own.
I went back into this forest today. I sat on my bench. It is made from the branches of the cedar tree on the opposite side of our property. I contemplated, what would these trees be like if they communicated with one another?