The Orphaned Woods, After Days Of Rain

The stream is flowing right over the Gully Bridge.  My boots have a hole in them so my feet get wet, but the cool water feels good.  Over the bridge, mud sucks at my feet till I get to higher ground.

Moths flutter furiously like an early-winter snow flurry.  I can’t tell if I’m disturbing them or if they’re just constantly in motion.

My path to the little waterfall is blocked by the top branches and leaves of a maple tree that came down in the last windstorm.  It’s too hard to climb over, and I wonder if I will come back with a clipper and bow saw to clear it away or just make a new path.  So many trees are down, dead ones mostly.

I detour up the small hill and when I look up I’m faced with a dark archway of earth.

A Shagbark Hickory toppled over roots and all.  Where the tree once stood there is a depression in the earth with about six inches of crystal clear water in it.  I wade in the water to get a closer look at what used to be under the ground and is now visible.  Earth, rocks, roots, insects.  The mosquitos biting.

A small birch toppled over by the stream and I pulled it back up, hoping it will stay.   I wish I could do the same with the hickory.  I begin to wonder what it and the area around it will look like as the season’s change.

The uprooted Shagbark Hickory with Zinnia.

Mushrooms are everywhere.  I take a few pictures of the most interesting then spot the Indian Pipe.

This mushroom looks like coral to me.
I’ve never seen a black mushroom before.

Ghost pipe (also known as Indian pipe) isn’t a mushroom.  It’s a flower that gets its nutrients from the fungus in the ground instead of through photosynthesis. That’s why it’s white not green.

A close up the Ghost plant flower
I believe these are Ghost pipe seed pods.  But I may be wrong about that.

Fate led me out of the wood on a different path than usual.   The ground cover was low and I didn’t have to duck under the arch of the Japanese Honeysuckle.  This new way also took me past the Witch hazel tree which I’ve been watching with each season.  I now has the seed pods which will burst into little yellow flowers in the fall.

Witch hazel seed pods and leaves, with a Daddylongleg on them.


10 thoughts on “The Orphaned Woods, After Days Of Rain

  1. I’ve been wondering about the Fall too. So many trees down. I’m very sorry about your maple. That last storm sounded particularly angry to me. Thunder doesn’t usually affect me that way. Your woods are full of interesting things. Grant says the orange mushroom is chicken of the woods and he says it’s delicious to eat. Me, I don’t eat mushrooms that aren’t in a pack from the supermarket!

    1. Same here about the mushrooms Carolyn! It’s interesting to know the name of it though. And I can see why it would be called that.

  2. That black mushroom is a stunner, using it as my screen background on laptop. It will greet me many times a day.

  3. Wow! The uprooted Hickory and pool of water look like an entrance to another world – an underground wonderland. So cool looking.

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