Eclipsing Glory

By Mary Beth Pottratz Splendor meets me at every turn, despite most trees having already lost their leaves! I delight in the shapes of naked gnarled branches and burled trunks that have become visible. The forest floor is strewn with a crazy quilt of shapes and colors: maple, oak, coffee tree and basswood leaves in…

Ode to Oaks

By Boak Wiesner “Leaves were falling, just like embers, in colors red and gold, They set us on fire…” I could sense Roly Sally standing right next to me in the woods today as his words spring to mind. Blustery winds are breaking the leaves off at the petiole, sending yellow towards the ground in…

Looking High and Low

By Greg Lecker A sunny but cool 48 degree morning steered me towards Green Heron Pond. I walk through the Ordway Shelter and happen to notice a tribute to Arboretum donors – intricately carved directly into the overhead beam! Placed on the edge of the shelter overlooking the wetland, benches beckon one to bask in…

Change Is In the Air …

By Mary Beth Pottratz Fall colors are evident at the new entrance to the Arboretum, but they are not yet at peak. There are still sunflowers towering tall over grasses and shrubs. The deep purple of New England asters compete against a backdrop of autumn-hued trees. Sumac berries are fuzzy red, and most of the…