“The waning daylight heralds the coming of winter, when the sun forsakes us for the warm southern lands. Altho the transition from our long evening hours out-of-doors is rather sudden. Yet when twilight time comes early, there are many spellbound hours to devote to reminiscing, relaxation and planning for the spring to come..." Martha Crone, 1960
A Seasonal Poem
Ye have been fresh and green,
Ye have been fill'd with flowers,
And ye the walks have been
Where maids have spent their hours.
But now we see none here
Whose silvery feet did tread,
And with dishevell'd hair
Adorn'd this smoother mead.
Like unthrifts, having spent
Your stock and needy grown,
Y'are left here to lament
Your poor estates, alone.
Taken from "To Meadows" by
ROBERT HERRICK, English (1591-1674)
|On viewing the paper nest of the White-faced hornet: "Gone now are all the hundreds of large black and white insects that came and went on summer days. Young queens, bearing within their bodies the future of other colonies, are now hidden away in crannies and beneath trash where, deep in a state of winter dormancy, they will spend the months until spring. All the other members of the one-teaming throng of white-faced wasps have been slain by the cold." Edwin Way Teale, from A Walk Through the Year.
Sweet fern appears in coniferous forest openings or woodlot edges and prefers acid soils over limestone soils. It is nitrogen fixing and is a good ground cover and bank stabilizer. It is also used as a food plant by the larvae of some Lepidoptera species.