
In the pine uplands it's the forest floor, not the canopy, that turns with the seasons. Bracken fern can cover miles of pine forest floor. Turns a lovely gold during indian summer. I avoid walking in the stuff--too many damn ticks. Ticks and chiggers like dry underbrush: staggerbush, grass, fern, and leatherleaf. They tend to avoid more wet, swampy terrain like cedar bogs, swales and such. If you have to tromp through dry underbrush in an upland pine forest, go in cool, rainy weather.
Perhaps I should take my own advice one day.
September 22 2008, 15:43:01 UTC 3 years ago
September 22 2008, 15:48:13 UTC 3 years ago
(Still can't shake this fever and cold, but I've also been hunting for pine barrens gentian all week, so it shouldn't be a surprise that I'm recovering slowly. You get a little kooky alone out in the woods while breaking a fever--you start hearing and seeing things.)
September 22 2008, 15:55:06 UTC 3 years ago
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September 22 2008, 16:35:01 UTC 3 years ago
But a declarative, elegant form of writing allows gaps for the reader's imagination. I just read Sharon White's "Vanished Gardens". She does a beautiful job with fostering a clipped, elliptical, oblique texture. Evocative, but never goopy. Although I think goopy writing is a complete hoot, too.
September 22 2008, 18:05:49 UTC 3 years ago
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I am anxiously awaiting your book's arrival.
September 23 2008, 04:04:13 UTC 3 years ago
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