The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity… and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself.
~ William Blake
It may be the way of humans to want development to cease once their home is built on the edge of the wilderness but I still shudder every time I see tracts of land cleared. I realize that before my home was built on this spot, many wild creatures made this acreage their home. Trees once stood where my driveway now covers the ground with gravel.
Yesterday I went looking for amphibian eggs in a spot where I had seen them in a waterway near the bog years before. Chainsaws tore through trees in the vicinity throughout the afternoon.
I also looked for Boreal Felt Lichen, an endangered species that seems like it would thrive in this neck of the woods. Though none was found yesterday, I did find a cluster of foliate lichen that I had seen earlier this year. Unfortunately, this time, the tree was on the ground, freshly sawed into pieces, a casualty of the surveyor’s line.
These lands are likely slated to be developed soon. yet, fresh evidence of porcupine, hare and deer activity was everywhere to be found. It’s a shame that so many animals will be displaced and that all these lichen-covered trees will eventually be covered with weedless green lawns and paved driveways.
Bogs are often considered wastelands by developers who want to fill them up. That saddens me just as much as the demise of the trees. New trees can be planted on cleared land but a bog can’t resurface once it’s been filled with rubble.
Throughout the walk, my friend Sybil who accompanied me kept repeating lines from Joni Mitchell’s Big Yellow Taxi…
Don’t it always seem to go
That you don’t know what you’ve got
Till it’s gone.
Her singing was barely audible over the roar of the chainsaws.