"Winter begins ..... As always at such a time, the time of quitting fall and entering winter, I marvel at how swiftly the days have passed since June, how rapid the pace of our journey through that half of the year; and now how long, slow, laborious appears the time that stretches through the winter months on this other journey form the shortest toward the longest days. It is as though the globe has speeded up for half its yearly course and now is slowing down.” Edwin Way Teale, 1978, from A Walk Through the Year.
The hoar-frost glittered on the naked heath,
The roar of distant winds was loud and deep,
The dry leaves rustled in each passing breath,
And the gay world was lost in quiet sleep.
Such was the time when, on the landscape brown,
Through a December air the snow came down.
Taken from "Winter" by
John Howard Bryant (1807–1902)
|"Hope and the future for me are not in lawns and cultivated fields, not in towns and cities, but in the impervious and quaking swamps. When, formerly, I have analyzed my partiality for some farm which I had contemplated purchasing, I have frequently found that I was attracted solely by a few square rods of impermeable and unfathomable bog— a natural sink in one corner of it. That was the jewel which dazzled me. I derive more of my subsistence from the swamps which surround my native town than from the cultivated gardens in the village. . . " Henry Thoreau, 1862, from Walking
Equisetum fluviatile L.
Horsetails are relatives of ferns - ancient plants dating back to the Carboniferous period. The leaves are actually small scales found on stem nodes and nodes of the lateral branches. Female stems have a "strobilus" structure at the tip as shown here. The marsh at Eloise Butler produces many plants in mid-summer.