You don’t have to wait for the early wildflowers to carpet the woodlands, or the crocuses and daffodils to bloom in your yard; you only have to watch the tips of some of our native trees to know when spring is well on its way. Red maple, Acer rubrum, provides an early hint, showing red winter buds that […]
The ephemeral creek that runs through portions of the Bent Twig Trail is full of water following the recent rains. The presence of water in this creek is often an indication that spring is around the corner. Although I didn’t hear the wood frogs that are already adding their duck like squawking to some parts […]
In my post last week I wrote about several of the trees that you can easily identify on the Bent Twig Trail by their bark. However, I forgot to include one of the most common on this trail: the Amercian Beech, Fagus grandifolia. Often growing in association with maple trees, our native beech trees have […]
Bernheim seems suspended between winter and spring, and the trees along the Bent Twig Trail are holding next year’s crop of leaves and flowers in tightly clinched winter buds. In a few weeks these buds will start visibly swelling and become star performers in spring’s visual pageantry, promising to open a bit each day in […]
Snow makes the woods more lovely. This week the Bent Twig Trail is touched by the extra blanket of loveliness. Certainly the snow added a cleanliness to the landscape. Piling on the the wooden bridges and draping the downed trees in light, the snow conceals the litter of leaves on the forest floor and the […]
The Bernheim Volunteer Naturalists Orientation has been rescheduled for Saturday, January 30, 1- 3 p.m. in the Education Center. Please rsvp at email@example.com if interested. Thank you! The general volunteer orientation has also been rescheduled to Saturday, January 30, 10 a.m. – noon. RSVP to firstname.lastname@example.org.
The Heart of Winter by Wren Smith The heart of winter beats beneath my frozen feet and beneath the crunching earth. It beats beneath my hearing, beneath my seeing. The heart of winter beats in the sleeping wooly bears. In their curved coats of black and brown down in crevices under the logs, like banned question marks. The […]
There’s nothing like coming in from the cold to a warm bowl of soup! For me this is especially true if the steaming broth belongs to bowl of hot and sour soup – one balanced with heat and tang and chock-full of wood ear mushrooms! I was away from Bernheim when we received a lovely light layer […]