Lets take a walk. This will be a walk to tune eyes and ears to the erupting
sights and sounds of natures spring-tide rebirth. It is not to cover ground or to be an aerobic experience.
The narrative is based on a casual meandering I enjoyed on April 30. It is time-dated. Nature doesnt
wait for me to write or our publisher to put this in your hands. But she does give us new enjoyments every day.
So, lets go.
The relocated Hammond Brook trail, now marked with blue blazes, leaves the Joe English Reservation parking
area following a former logging road. In 300 feet we come to a seasonal stream. Just to the left a venerable
white oak stands with its roots sipping from the stream and its trunk protected from the loggers saw by
the stone wall. This tree is typical of several oaks in the reservation, all about 150 years old, growing out
of stone walls and providing nest cavities where limbs have rotted away. Note the freshly clawed bark around
the knothole about 30 feet up. Whose home is that?
Around the bend in the trail we come to the first of several trail improvements made by Eagle Scout
candidate Jon Hills and friends using materials donated by Wilkins Lumber Company. The crew also relocated
and improved the beginning of the Bicentennial Trail which we now pass on the left.
In a short distance, another logging road remnant forks left to the edge of Hammond Brook.
See how waters from rain and the rapid snow melt rose over the banks in March and swept away the leaves
more effectively (and more quietly) than a team of leaf blowers. Today mosses and Canada mayflower are
creating an emerald carpet bespeckled with the blossoms of dwarf genseng, wood anemone, jacks in the pulpit,
bell flower, gold thread, gaywings and clintonia. Rising above them are the fiddleheads of many fern species
and higher yet the blossoming shadbush and highbush blueberry begin a season which will produce bird food by
late summer. Dainty yellow clusters of yellow blossoms decorate the spicebush branches reaching over the
brook.
In earlier years, I would enjoy working my way down a stream, pulling out branches and leaf dams to release
one pool into another creating a crescendo of sound and flow. Ive stopped doing that even though I still
enjoy it. Ive come to realize that these pools hold back for a slower release decaying organic matter
which becomes food for downstream feeders in the food chain. Its interesting to reflect that detritus
from Hammond Brook may have a part in feeding the off-shore fishery.
Back on the trail away from the brook we see a less varied species composition. Although moist today,
these woods soon will be drier and shaded by the high maple - oak canopy. On the left, just before the
orange-blazed wood road branches right, is a former log landing. About 25 years ago this opening was used
to introduce several species of plants and shrubs. Today, we can still find rhododendron, rhodora,
winterberry (a native holly), and mandrake which is blossoming now. I dont know what else may have
been introduced. Young hemlock and white pine will soon recapture the former clearing overshadowing the shrubs.
Question: should we let nature take her course or maintain the man-made opening?
One hundred feet beyond the intersection with the orange trail look across the brook to the left.
Jumbles of granite blocks like this occur naturally in many locations on the reservation creating favorable
den sites for porcupines. These rocks are no exception. Although unoccupied now (no visible scat or trail),
the heavily pruned hemlocks on the south side of the outcropping show that porky once used them for a handy
kitchen garden.
Going back to the orange trail, take that trail with open ears and eyes for a return to old Brook Road and
views of the beaver familys engineering. Someday we can walk again. I look forward to your company.
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