Huge changes: coming o’ green

Woods aleafing

Eleven days ago this view was…trunks, branches, and no green atop the trees.

You can’t see the hoards, clouds, and aggressive platoons of black flies. Trust me; they are waiting to vampire you, me, and every unprotected mammal around!

Just before sunset, we watched deer at the edge of the treeline—the first ones we’ve seen on the place this visit. Tracks, yes, but bodies—not until this evening….

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