A cold walk, on Saturday afternoon. Long-ago snow still lay on the path in Inwood Hill Park, half-melted, now turned to ice, so that we skittered uphill. It was well below freezing. The woods were brown.
Our January afternoon above, and a day last May, below:
I showed Vince the route I walk with foragers, and pointed out my old Japanese knotweed patch, upright canes rigid and rattling with seeds in the wind.
The January Hudson view:
Below, a trick. Last early-April's Hudson view, Doesn't look much different does it? Spring takes its time, in these trees.
If you look down, April is more rewarding (nettlesssss):
On our walk on Saturday we also saw a perfectly round hole, belonging to someone who was not home.
I found some new patches of pokeweed - easily known by their tall, pale, hollow canes - to investigate later in the spring. In May poke looks like this:
And at home, for a ribolitta lunch, it looks like that:
I am looking forward to the green.