just sayin' :: wen e scott
world views large and small
This is a simple testing post, since I’ve opted to try the new beta version. I don’t think I have posted from my phone before, being the old-school girl that I am. 😇
We lost our remaining elm trees to a new round of Dutch elm disease this year. Yellow mushrooms quickly attached themselves to the remnants of bark.
See riotthill’s photos for several more photos.
As I read my daily feeds, I was attracted to the bio of an author. She lives in a forest and loves it; she farms; there was something about children and cats. Then she confessed she has yet to adopt a goat.
Yes, I thought, that’s me, right down to the lack of goat–adoption. But, I have climbed trees and looked down upon the world in the same way birds do…
(She said nothing about tree climbing in her bio, so perhaps we are not so alike…)
…a great poplar that straddled our properties, our neighbours’ and ours’. I was not allowed to climb the poplar tree: ‘too little, too girl, too dangerous‘; but I climbed the tree in spite, perhaps to spite, all the too’s I had encountered in my young life.
And the view, the perspective: when you climb trees, you understand why birds sing.
Quick visit to riotthill from our young bear neighbours…Yesterday afternoon, between thunder storms, a black shadow appeared in the underbrush on the rise, broke through and became a bear, with a second bear close behind.
As unexpected as their visit was, I at least had the presence of mind to grab my Blackberry and tap-snap a photo, but oh, the little she-bears (not yet fully grown, I think 2-3 years old) were almost too fast. These two young bears were caught in action as they checked out the front yard at riotthill, moseyed along our driveway and disappeared once more into the forest across the road.
A bit of a blur, (‘bearly there’ if you’ll pardon my play) but perhaps if you squint, you can see the bears’ exuberance and lumbering speed as they hurry out of the frame.
— And no, in spite of their playfulness, I didn’t follow them for more pics; at this age, bears are usually still with their mother; she might have been supervising from the bush, out of sight 🙂 —
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