January 19, 2020
We locals just call it Mill Hollow, but where I went with my new friend Rebecca two weeks ago is officially called Mill Hollow Bacon Woods Park. It was another toe-freezing day, and perhaps if I hadn’t felt physically uncomfortable, I’d have seen more. But as you’ll find out if you read the words below the last few photographs below, there was another reason to be disappointed.
1 Now this was fun—seeing evidence of three kinds of precipitation throughout our walk.
2 And this old dead tree kept both of us fascinated for quite some time.
6 Another dead tree made me think of Chinese scroll paintings of mountains and trees.
7 And I enjoyed seeing the verticality of the woods interrupted by twisting wild-grape vines.
8 But in a landscape colored mostly like this . . .
9 . . . it was a special treat to see rows and rows of large red hedges.
10 They were even along a temporary pond whose water I’m sure was colored by iron deposits precipitated by the iron bacteria.
13 Alas, as I found out later from my botanist husband, this beauty belongs to the rampantly invasive Japanese knotweed. Enjoyment cancelled.