While trail scouting

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A pleasant break from the heat and humidity today encouraged me to do a bit more trail scouting in the northwest area of the property where we want to plant more chestnut trees. We won’t be planting the little trees for a while but I wanted an excuse to do some more exploring. I went off the main trail through an area of such sandy soil that little will grow there except scrubby Sumac trees and a few thin dry weeds and grasses. After a turn and a dip into a little swale, however, the  landscape suddenly became lush and I found myself totally surrounded by asters and goldenrods growing higher than my head. The blooms were the biggest that I have seen so far this year and they were dazzling in the afternoon sun. The buzz of hundreds of bees enjoying  the flowers filled the air. Despite that fact that I couldn’t really see where I was going and that grape vines were tangling around my legs, it was a wonderful moment.

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The goldenrod and asters were so high that they blocked most of my view. You can likely see the wild grape vine (click or tap to enhance image)
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As noted in Farming Plans #3, goldenrod and asters help make this a wonderful area for honey bees.
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Pine trees do well in this area which means that chestnut trees likely will also. They should be able to co-exist with the flowers and pine for years to come

 

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  1. Hi Dad,
    Your post reminded me of this Yeats poem, especially the last part of the first verse.
    The bees in BC are angry with the lack of nectar. Got a sting on the tip of the nose today right through the veil, one on the back of the neck and numerous others though I was fully suited. Looking forward to keeping bees in a place with a late summer and fall nectar flow!

    I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
    And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
    Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee,
    And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

    And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, 5
    Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
    There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
    And evening full of the linnet’s wings.

    I will arise and go now, for always night and day
    I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; 10
    While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
    I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

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