Tuesday, December 1, 2015

Small Treasures, Just off the Road

Taking a break from my cooking duties on Thanksgiving afternoon, I drove up over Corinth Mountain Road, intending to visit the Hudson along Spier Falls Road.  But a swamp full of brilliant Winterberry shrubs found me pulling over to the side of the road to better enjoy the view.

As I stood there admiring the blazing display, I realized that another, more quietly colored swamp lay just behind where I was standing.  Pushing my way through some Witch Hazel shrubs, I entered this cool dark boggy spot, where I found hummocks thickly draped with bright-green Sphagnum Moss.

Here's a closer view of that shaggy Sphagnum, its green tufts touched with brown.  I wondered if Sphagnum turned brown after frost, or if this was its natural color.  We have a number of different species of Sphagnum, and they do come in several different colors.  I do not know which species this is.

Sphagnum is often a sign of boggy conditions, and as I teetered from hummock to hummock, looking for evidence of boggy plants, I came upon many other kinds of mosses, including this leafy mound of Rhizomnium punctatum.  Not necessarily a bog moss, though, since I often find it in less acidic wetlands.

The same could be said for this pretty moss, called Brocade Moss (Hypnum imponens)

Dicranum  (Broom Moss) can also be found in drier woodlands than this, so neither was this moss an indicator of acidic boggy conditions.  I love its fluffy texture and bright-green color, and it looked especially pretty surrounded by the tawny brown curls of dried fern fronds. (Maybe Cinnamon Fern?)

Here was a pretty tableau of evergreen forest plants, the red-berried Wintergreen (Gaultheria procumbens) sprung from a bed of Delicate Fern Moss (Thuidium delicatulum), which it shared with the shiny green leaves of Goldthread (Coptis trifolia).

Nearby was a healthy clump of the shiny, dark-green liverwort Bazzania trilobata, sometimes mistaken for a moss and often intermixed with moss.  A few starry tufts of Haircap Moss (Polytrichum sp.) have crept into this liverwort clump.

Pleased to find such a sheltered damp spot full of evergreen mosses and lichens, I then continued over the mountain and along the Hudson River to the Sherman Island Boat Launch, where I parked my car and wandered the surrounding woods.  Here, too, is a beautiful woodland filled with many treasures, including this little brook that dances and sings and shines with reflected skylight on its way to join the river.

I love the quiet music of a tiny waterfall.

Sunday, November 29, 2015

Low Water, Lovely River

I took my own advice on Thanksgiving Day and went out for a walk among the "leaping greenly spirits of trees" (see my last post), and I enjoyed it immensely, even if that "blue true dream of sky" was instead a pale pearly gray.  One of the places I wandered that day was the shore of the Hudson River near the Sherman Island Boat Launch, where I found the river exceedingly low, just as low as it had been this past summer while work was being done on a dam.  Normally, the water would rise right up to the treeline pictured here in this photo.

We did have that "blue true dream of sky" today (Sunday), and I returned today to the Hudson, this time to an area further downstream where the river runs behind a large island, to see if the water still remained low.  Yes, it was indeed low.  But lovely, nevertheless, and inviting me to explore.

Although the exposed mudflats were relatively firm, they were a bit squishy in places, so I was glad to reach the part of the shoreline where I could find dry footing atop flattened rocks.

These rocks are normally well under water, and it was interesting to see how the constant flowing current had carved fine ripples in the stone.

In places, the mudflats appeared to be carpeted a pretty pink, and a closer inspection revealed masses of baby plants, rosy pink and pale green and spangled with drops of water.  I know that these are one of the St. Johnsworts, and I'm guessing they are Pale St. Johnswort (Hypericum ellipticum), because in summer I see masses of this bright-yellow flower right here in this very same spot. I'd never realized how pretty there were as babies.

Along the river, I found many shrubs adding their colorful presence to the otherwise dark woods.  Many Winterberry bushes were exploding with brilliant red berries.

A few deep-blue Nannyberries still hung on this Sweet Viburnum shrub.

Birds and other woodland creatures had long ago devoured the High-bush Blueberries, but their new leaf buds were as rosy-red as many other shrubs' fruits.

And talk about rosy red!  Just look at the vibrant color of these Striped Maple twigs!

We can still find lots of greenery in these woods, and we will all winter long.  This boulder crowned with Rock Polypody will look like this even when surrounded by deep snow.

And the same can be said for these clumps of mixed mosses and lichens.

Or this boulder carpeted thickly with green.

Although this Orange Jelly Fungus will freeze hard as a rock as temperatures fall, it will retain its brilliant color through most of the winter, nor will the trailing wisps of green moss that share its rotting log begin to fade as winter comes on.

The daylight, however, was fading fast as I hurriedly made my way back to my car through a deepening gloom.  But when a low sun lit the tops of the trees out on the island and caused the gray branches to ignite as if on fire, I just had to stop and gaze at this moment of perfect beauty.

Thursday, November 26, 2015

I thank You God for most this amazing day

i thank You God for most this amazing
day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky: and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

e. e. cummings


Wishing all my friends and family a blessed Thanksgiving Day, filled with love and joy and thankfulness.  And if you are lucky, a walk outdoors  among the "leaping greenly spirits of trees" and beneath a "blue true dream of sky."

Thursday, November 19, 2015

My Park, My Pleasure, My Peace

Every now and then I conduct a personal inventory of some of the things I'm most grateful for,  and after family and friends and health, one of the first things I think of is Moreau Lake State Park.  How did I manage to be so lucky as to end up in life just a short drive from one of the most beautiful and diverse nature preserves in New York State? Over 5,000 acres of forest, mountains, lake and ponds and river and marsh, and it all belongs to me!  (As well as all other citizens of New York State.)

Mud Pond
 I certainly took advantage of some of those habitats these past balmy days, beginning a week ago last Tuesday, when my friend and fellow nature nut Sue Pierce happened to have a day off from work for nature adventures.  Mud Pond was our choice for a leisurely walk, stopping often to observe the waterfowl winging in to rest on the water as we made our way completely around the pond.

There's not an awful lot of water in the pond this fall, nor has there been most of the summer.  But somehow the Canada Geese and the odd pair of Hooded Mergansers managed to find enough water to feed and float on, keeping up a noisy conversation as they did so.  Every time a new vee of geese came skidding in, the volume of honks increased considerably, as if the birds were greeting old friends.

Most of the trees had shed their leaves by now, but the glorious colors of autumn foliage still swirled around our feet.  What a pretty rosy pink are the backs of the Red Maple leaves!

When we're at Mud Pond, Sue and I always look for the evergreen leaves of Checkered Rattlesnake Plantain (Goodyera tesselata), a native orchid that bears small white flowers in summer.  Some of the plants still held the dried flower stalks, but as when in bloom, the prettily patterned leaves were the showiest parts of the plants.  Still, we often had to brush aside pine needles to discover them.

On the other side of the pond, where the hardwood trees outnumber the pines, Sue discovered an abundant patch of Downy Rattlesnake Plantain (Goodyera pubescens) last summer, another native orchid that has even showier leaves than its sister Goodyera.  The leaves of G. pubescens are also evergreen,  and they put on quite a stunning display against the tawny beech leaves that we brushed aside to find them.

Back Bay of Moreau Lake
My husband rarely assents to a nature walk with me (and I do understand why!), but the day was so gorgeous last Sunday he just could not resist my invitation to walk around the back bay of Moreau Lake.  The air was balmy and soft and fragrant with the scent of oak and pine, and the water in the bay was so low we could walk along the water's edge instead of keeping to the woodland trails on higher ground.

Even with the muted colors of late fall, the landscape is beautiful here.

Especially against the muted colors of late fall, these translucent and vividly ruby-red Bittersweet Nightshade berries (Solanum dulcamara) glowed like Christmas lights.

This first-year rosette of Evening Primrose leaves (Oenothera biennis) displayed a more subtle beauty with its green and purple leaves, but a beauty nonetheless.

The Red Oak Ridge Trail
All summer long, I have kept to the flatter parts of Moreau Lake State Park, trying to coddle my shattered kneecap while it healed, but on Wednesday this week I decided to try my strength on the Red Oak Ridge Trail.  This trail ascends to a ridge about half way up the mountains that rise beyond the west shore of Moreau Lake, and when I reached the trailhead near the south shore, I was almost tempted to continue along the beach, the lake lay so temptingly blue and lovely beneath a sunny sky.

But no, I had come here to challenge my strength a little, and so I entered the forest and began the ascent, discovering in the first steep climb exactly how out of shape I had grown over a mostly sedentary summer.  But soon the trail leveled off, and I was able to move at a pleasant pace along the leaf-strewn path.

I particularly love the curving stretch of trail pictured above, for here I find all our evergreen ferns that hold their lovely fronds all winter long.  Along this bank, I can even find all of them within the frame of one photo.  The fern at top left is Marginal Wood Fern (Dryopteris marginalis), while the fern at right and bottom with its more intricately cut leaflets (pinnae) is Intermediate Wood Fern (Dryopteris intermedia).  The darker green fern in the middle is Christmas Fern (Polystichum acrostichoides), distinctive for the Christmas-stocking shape of its individual pinnae.

I soon came to my favorite spot , where the trail crosses a creek via a wooden bridge.  Last time I was here, there was no water at all in the creek, but today a small but musical amount of water was tumbling and trickling over moss-covered rocks and collecting in sky-reflecting pools below where I leant on the railing of the bridge.

The damp rocks lining the waterfall's course are covered with a fascinating variety of mosses, liverworts, and evergreen plants.  I was particularly charmed by this cluster of Herb Robert leaves (Geranium robertianum) sharing a mossy stone with some violet leaves worn nearly translucent by weather and time.

Continuing on, I reached steeper parts of the trail that were lined with large boulders.  I was happy to have made it up this far, but I found that the rocks were providing footing that was a bit more unsteady than my weakened knee found safe.  So I parked myself here for a little rest before reluctantly turning back the way I had come.  So pretty up here, with views through the winter trees of lake and distant mountains.  I hope when this trail becomes cushioned with a few feet of snow I can come back here and continue on in snowshoes.

In the meantime, I looked around at the massive boulders lining the trail and delighted in the tiny mosses thriving among them.  I'm guessing that this may be Atrichum undulatum, although it seems a bit small for that species.  And I had never seen that species in fruit, as it was this day.  Whatever it is, it was lovely!

This moss I did confidently recognize as Rhizomnium punctatum, looking like a carpet of tiny green posies.  The "posies" are actually the male splash cups holding the sperm until rain can splash it out on the ground to seek its female counterparts.

Update: Actually, the sperm in these moss cups is still green and not yet ready to be splashed out.  I found a photo in my files that shows the sperm when black and ripe and ready.

I found the descent more difficult than the ascent, inching my way sideways down the steeper parts of the trail while I supported myself with my cane.  But I made it down safely in time to catch this panorama of mountain, sky, sun-warmed shoreline, and the perfect silhouette of two horseback riders slowly passing along the beach.  For several days, since the terrible killings in Paris and Beirut and who knows where else, I'd been suffering anger and anguish and arguments about what we should do next.  How calming it was to stand here and gaze at this serene scene, to breathe deeply the sweet clean air and to rest in a silence broken only by the sound of a breeze in the trees.  As I said before, how grateful I am to have such a beautiful park!

This poem by Wendell Berry appeared on my Facebook page this week.   For obvious reasons, the poem speaks my heart.

The Peace of Wild Things

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
Wendell Berry, "The Peace of Wild Things" from The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry. Copyright © 1998. 

Saturday, November 14, 2015

Back and Forth to Schuylerville

While my son Philip was touring this past week with the spontaneous music group Chalaque, I've been daily driving back and forth the ten miles to his home in Schuylerville to care for his three cats. Schuylerville is a small village on the banks of the Hudson River, and it once figured prominently in significant battles of the American Revolution.  In fact, the village is named after one of the major generals of that war, General Philip Schuyler, and his former home just south of the business district is now maintained as a museum.  Even though the Schuyler Mansion (as it's now called) is closed to the public on weekdays this time of year, I stopped by there early last week after I'd done my duty for Phil's cats.  (Phil Donnelly's cats, not Phil Schuyler's cats.)

I wasn't there to see the mansion anyway, but rather to use the museum's parking lot while I explored a newly designated trail, called the  Saratoga Siege Trail, that starts directly across the highway from the Schuyler house.   Only recently developed by the land conservation organization Saratoga PLAN (Preserving Land And Nature), this flat walking trail follows the south bank of Fish Creek for about a half mile  through a mixed hardwood/conifer woods.

Here's what the Saratoga PLAN website has to say about the historical significance of this trail:

"In addition to being a pleasant woods walk, the trail also possesses great historical significance. In fact, the area surrounding the Saratoga Siege Trail marks the location of a strategic American victory against the British Army during the Revolutionary War.
"In the fall of 1777, American soldiers pursued British forces north and across Fish Creek, following a decisive victory at the Battles of Saratoga. It was here that the Continental soldiers surrounded the British,  destroyed their provisions, outnumbered them three to one, and left them no option for escape. Trapped by superior American forces, British general John Burgoyne surrendered his entire army on October 17, 1777. This battle is often attributed as being particularly influential in the acquisition of foreign aid, swaying the French to enter the war."
One of the pleasantest aspects of this trail are the views through the woods of Fish Creek flowing below steep banks.

Returning to the parking lot after my excursion on the Saratoga Siege Trail, I was struck by the majestic presence of this giant Hackberry tree on the lawn of the Schuyler Mansion.  This is a tree we don't see very often in the "inland" city where I live, for it is more commonly found along river bottoms and creek banks.  After wandering the lawn, I found several other Hackberry trees, distinctive this time of year by the way it holds onto its shriveled leaves, as well as by its multitudinous blue-black fruits dangling from long stems.

The Hudson River is only a few hundred yards behind the mansion, and the Fish Creek runs very close to the house,  flowing over some rapids and under a bridge before joining the river.  This is a view of Fish Creek from the bridge looking upstream.

If I had continued north over that bridge, I would have come shortly to Canal Towpath Park, which runs between the Hudson and the old barge canal, where barges were once towed by donkeys to avoid the rapids on the open river.  It's a lovely walk between these two waterways, and I visited there the next day following my kitty caregiver duties.  The day was cold, but bright and still, and a lowering sun shed a golden light across the landscape.

On the third day of my cat-care duties, I arrived too late to visit other area attractions, but I got there just in time to witness one of the most spectacular sunsets I'd seen in a long, long while.

I quickly headed west on Burgoyne Road, a country road that moves through open farm fields, hoping to get some wider views of this glorious sky than I could observe from the heart of the village. By the time I reached open country, the fire was beginning to dim, but its embers still glowed from within the darkening clouds.

Yesterday, I didn't even bother to take the state highway to and from Schuylerville and Saratoga Springs, choosing instead to drive the entire way on country roads.  And my reward was another spectacular sunset, viewed across wide-open fields that offered unimpeded vast views of the sky.  The sky had been dark and cloud-covered all day, but just as the sun was going down, rain clouds rolled away to the south and captured the setting sunbeams on their billowing tops.  When I spied this cloud like a mountaintop made out of gold, I pulled my car over and got out to stand in awe of such gorgeousness.  (I recommend clicking on these photos to enlarge them and increase their impact.)

Yeah, it was kind of a pain to schlep 20 miles to and from Schuylerville every day, but the trips had their pleasures, too, as I hope this blogpost conveys.  Also, Phil's kitties are sweet, and I was happy to see to their needs.