A wee dusting of snow on the teasel. More like winter today.

Planted 30 years ago. Gets a washout, but holding soil and healthy.

Mantsion over looking the old pond. Even ants appreciate tranquility of this place.

Beetle glyphic. Reads “plant more trees, please”

More on the south side

Magic mushrooms

Trees have socks on for winter.

Dead rock elm fed dryad saddle fungus, insects then pileated woodpecker

Moss grows where it finds favourable conditions. One out of four suitable, others off the forest floor and too dry.

I’m not dead yet. How disease can make way for life.