« Lonesome | Main | National Security »



I remember driving up to Waterville in April after the storm, and thinking that the whole stretch of woods looked like it had been run through with a lawn trimmer. I was reading Bernd Heinrich's "The Trees in My Forest" (which you might like, by the way) at the time of the storm, and having this devastation paired with his explanations of the different adaptations made by different trees to deal with the swing of seasons was pretty powerful.


This is a beautiful essay!


Have you ever read "Nobody's Fool?" Your esssay completely reminded me of that book, as I think it's set in Maine and the opening scene talks about branches falling from their own weight.

Anyway, that was a very interesting post. Luckily, Michigan doesn't get the same kindof ice storms.

Ajf 4

Enjoy your blog, very warm, let a person feel a lot!

jordan 1

Thank your for sharing the experience of you life. We are at the same

place. We can figure out the way it should be by sharing.

The comments to this entry are closed.