A walk this morning at Gring’s Mill to marker 7, the site of the Winters Mill and on to red Bridge and back. Sunshine and blue skies, decent temperature making it a sparkling day. Found a small green candy wrapper with Asian characters, a discarded white facial tissue that had become folded and flattened just enough to forma a pattern much like petals. Checked my balance on the wooden beams of the parcouse. My balance was good.
Admired the trees. Said hello to some of the walkers and joggers and mothers with children in carriages. On a Wednesday morning, there is light traffic. enough to keep you company without being overcrowded.
Wondered why one sycamore in particular has its trunk forming hard bony protrusions much like some horses’ withers. A glance across the Tulpehocken Creek leads me to think it may have something to do with the telephone pole. The growth of the tree trunk is that direction, at the angle that points that way.
On the fine screenings of the path further up find an oval sticker “Proud to be an American” that looks like the kind a customer may receive at one of the local grocery stores. the stickers come in rolls and the cashiers will give you one or two if you ask.
Near the 6 marker is a metal (stainless?) piece of some kind with a black rubber tip. Ten holes have been made in a row lengthwise. It is a piece from something – to make an adjustment? I left it there.
A splendid pathling composed of black walnut stems. No pen , no paper, no camera, had to measure it with index finer and rely on recollection. At red bridge watched the reflection of the ripples of the creek upon the underside of the bridge and wondered how the two affect each other over time. Beyond that point a couple of squirrels chattered and chased on the trunk of a big tree.
This is the time of year the ash blades fall to the ground. At first these look like fairy oars; as they become weathered and trodden the blades split break up a bot. A bowl of ash blades makes a marvelous fall decoration – just to look at, sift through your finger, hear the very faint rustle of a big collection of them. And the color – neutral and gentle.
On the way back to car, saw a perfect example of the compound leaf of a shagbark hickory. It was in the center of the path lit by sun and was extremely tempted to touch it but did not. Also one very nice Judas tree leaf – heart-shaped; and a locust tree that has grown as large as some sycamores get. You do not see locust trees that large very often.
The one pathling had been disturbed by travelers by the time this writer got back to it. I spent some time thinking about my father William, whose name comes from the German Wilhelm for helmet. He died at age 55 from colon cancer or its complications. The name of his high school yearbook was the Colophon. Reflecting on this made me wonder if it is not only fiber and diet that affect the health of the colon, but also its Ph.
Back to the sycamore tree with sideways withers, observe a Bell Telephone pole within the park. Metal numbers and a letter with a dash
N – 1
are nailed to the pole. the lines connect to the larger telephone pole across the stream.
More pathlings, one of a broken pine cone in vertical section with pine needles. Met a friend from the horse world and her 21-month old son!