Friday, July 8, 2011

into the woods


As much as I love the Maine coast, I love the Maine woods. The soft floor covered with pine needles and smelling just like a balsam pillow. Lichen and moss in all shades of green. Strange mushrooms in a shocking array of colors and shapes. Ferns. Oh, and pinecones in every size.

I spent a lot of time in those woods as a kid, hunting for elusive Indian Pipes and Jack-in-the-Pulpits (and avoiding poison ivy). I even had a moss collection (which always dried up in a rather disappointing way). The woods have a strange, other-worldly light that makes one dream up the most fantastic stories. There is magic in there. I know it.

Happy weekend!

I'm off to read some John Burroughs.

5 comments:

Barbara said...

There is magic in this blog, and we know it.

The Down East Dilettante said...

Me too. I grew up at the edge of rocky blueberry fields and rocky forests and to this day it is my landscape ideal. And my moss gardens always dried up too.

Janet said...

Barbara ~ that's how I feel about your blog!

DED ~ I am obsessed with moss to this day.

Ms. Wis./Each Little World said...

We actually had Indian Pipes appear one year in the garden. what a thrill, but alas not repeated. Nothing quite like walking on pine needles. Do you read "Studio and Garden" blog? She writes from Vt. but I think you would enjoy her nature, art and food posts. You two have a shared sensibility that I can't quite define.

Janet said...

Ms. Wis ~ finding an Indian Pipe was always a thrill! I haven't seen any lately, but I always look. Hopping over to check out "Studio & Garden" . . . which I have not seen. Thank you for telling me!