Spring in the Arboretum Sugar Bush

By Richard DeVries Winter is saying its goodbyes when the days grow longer and warmer. The snow starts to melt and the woods come alive. In the Sugar Bush we have to be prepared for the first signs of spring.   A sure sign of spring at the Arboretum are the big yellow buses in…

A Fat Frosting of Snow

By Greg Lecker What a difference an increase of 15 degrees makes!    Today with the calm still air, my hands are not cold, even with my lightweight gloves.  Freshly scattered sand gives a bit of grip to my boot soles on the roadway’s slick film of snow and ice.   Atop an oak near the rose…

It Cometh

By Mary Beth Pottratz A red-tailed hawk soars above on my way in to the Arboretum. Filtered sunlight plays on red pine needles, its late-winter angle still oblique. Hiding deep within the pines, I hear the high-pitched “tseet-tseet” calls of unseen birds. Looking closer, the rich cinnamon of a brown thrasher comes into view –…

Waves of a Wailing Wind

By Greg Lecker Flanking the Arboretum’s entry drive and parking lot bays, brush lying on the snowy ground tells me that the forestry staff here has been busy this week with their winter pruning chores.  Stepping from my car, I fortunately grab my woolen face mask from the front seat and stuff this insurance of…

Cold as Ice

By Greg Lecker “COLD”…..the word is frozen in my mind as I walk around the Arboretum grounds, baring my hands to operate the buttons on my camera. The cold depths of our winter all too often brings either depressingly low cloud cover and moderating temperatures, or still weak sunlight struggling to make up for energy…