WHEN THISTLEDOWN FLIES / THE STURGEON MOON
SEASONAL CHANGE - August is generally a time when - literally - the fruits of our labors are getting ready to be harvested and when the first faint glimmers of the coming of the change of seasons are becoming apparent. The seeds of thistles fly in the late summer wind and the first insects and birds begin to follow their ancestral urge to migrate south. Young Bucks antlers grow for the first time (older ones grow back) and fawns spots begin to fade. Late summer is both a time when life is peaking and when we can first see that seasonal change is not far off.
STEP RIGHT UP! - Step right up, folks, to Father Sky and Mother Earth’s Magical, Mystical, Midsummer Madness! See the Night-sky Shimmer with Light and Life! Feel the heat and humidity smack you in your face with the very Force of Life itself! Watch Earth and Sky in their yearly Dance - teeming with multitudinous life-forms! Make Hay While The Sun Shines! Hurry, Hurry, Hurry! (Sounds like Summer to me).
SEASON OF GREEN - I sit here on a perfect, warm late July evening, windows and doors open, as bugs (though not as many as there used to be) incessantly, tirelessly crash into the screens, testing our defenses, trying in vain to reach their Holy Grail - light, any light whatsoever, whether it is the inaccessible (unless you’re too slow to close the screen-door) lights in the house or too-accessible street-light nearby, an insect-trap perfectly made for bats and large moths (and the occasional owl that grabs a bat). Drinking in the rich wealth of insect cacophony as the several species of crickets, the Annual Cicadas and Katydids all chorus together in their age-old song, I want to absorb these all-too-ephemeral sounds into my very being, knowing that not 90 days from now only a few crickets will remain and the windows will be mostly closed. Yes, I love all the seasons, particularly at our latitude where they are the same length, but I love summer most of all and maybe more so as the years go along. The joy of being surrounded on all quarters by life-full green, the great pleasure of dipping in the Sawkill, the ability to dress minimally - even go barefoot - and be comfortable - these are some of the great pleasures of summer.
“MAKING HAY” - So much life is in evidence - “making hay while the sun shines”. Both forest and meadow are about as lush as they can be - one cool and dark, the other, sometimes almost unbearably hot and brightly sunny. Since the woodland flowers already flowered in the spring (before the canopy filled in) the primary growth there now is that of the Understory (smaller tree-species like Striped Maple, Flowering Dogwood and Sassafras) and below it, the Shrub-layer (Mountain Laurel, Viburnums). Under that is the Herb/Fern layer. This is called Stratification. The only strategy for growth in the fields and meadows right now is which plant can grow tallest, fastest - and Mullein wins handily, some reaching 6 ft. already. Likewise with all the animals, whether they are amphibian, bird, fish, insect, mammal or reptile - this is the time for them to make and have as many young as possible. The entire chain of life is wildly (ha!) visible now - very hard to miss. The streams and ponds teem with aquatic life, waterborne insects serving the same function as their cousins in the air and on the land, only in this case to feed fish, who, in turn become prey to Bald Eagles, Ospreys, Great Blue- and Green Herons, Great Egrets, Raccoons, snakes, turtles and larger fish. Black Bear-cubs are growing fast, learning from mom about the ursine world, but occasionally running afoul of automobiles and older bears. Wild Turkeys may have started their season with a dozen or so poults, as their young are called, but by now are down to about half that. Same with the young of ducks and geese. As cute as all
all these creatures can sometimes be, we must remember the harshness of the natural world around us. In that food-chain I mentioned before, our local Eastern Coyotes, Grey- and Red Foxes, as well as the Red-tail and Red-shouldered Hawks and assorted Owls all look at the small animals as prey. Again, remember that this is their optimal time. Come winter it is not uncommon for the small wild dogs, even the hawks, to starve. Our cycle of the seasons in the northeast is a relentless one - beautiful but unforgiving. It is a tough reality for wild creatures that sometimes we don’t want to admit to. We love to idealize Nature but Nature is not about to be idealized so easily. A new complication for them all is the effects of Climate Change - extreme rainfall (or lack thereof), extreme temps and wildfires. Even experienced, life-long outdoorsmen like myself fall into the trap of loving these wonderful creatures, setting ourselves up for a fall - but how can we not?
MEADOWS AND FIELDS FLOWERING - Most of the flowering has now switched solidly from forest to meadow and field (with the exception of myriad mushrooms finally filling the forest with fungi)(?). Present now in our open spaces are Beebalm, Goldenrods (not allergens), Ragweed (the real allergy culprit), Queen Anne’s Lace, Wild Strawberries, Wild Blackberries and Raspberries, Long-stem Buttercups, the Clovers, Red and White, and many others - most notably, Milkweed. The intertwined, symbiotic dependence of Milkweeds and Monarchs should teach us about our own dependence on the varied elements of the world around us. Also, perhaps generations of Monarchs have passed down stories of these lush green summer fields of ours - their Avalon. I wonder, in the winter, as they huddle together on their fir trees in the cool mountains, do Monarchs regale each other with stories of their ancestral Milkweed patches and dream of frolicking in these Milkweed-rich, sunny leas? Why not, I say.
TIME OF GREAT CHANGE - Summer is a time of great change, phenomenal transformation. The Milkweed plant of early summer is not the same plant now. The Red-tail that builds it’s nest in the spring is very different from the one that watches its young leave that same nest. This is also a time of change and growth for people. Summer gives us the opportunity to get outside (of ourselves?) more than we generally do. We travel more, to the shore, to visit relatives, etc. By getting out into our world we meet people we normally wouldn’t and we do things we normally wouldn’t otherwise do. All of these activities make us learn and grow (sometimes whether we like it or not). In this season we get a chance to see our selves reflected by (in?) others, whereas in winter, because there is less light and we’re “cooped up” more, we tend to delve more inside our own self in an introspective, self-reflective manner (I think this internal seasonal balance is at least as important to people as the external change of seasons). Like the Milkweed and the Red-tail, it could be that by the end of the summer none of us will be exactly the same person we were at the beginning. Of course, some of us weren’t the same to begin with (?!).
SEASONS CYCLING - Now it is hard to remember those January days when the trees were popping and the stream was crackling - just as at that point it was impossible to fully imagine everything ever getting hot and green again. I keep thinking maybe I should be bored with the cycles of the season, year after year. Not at all. In truth, I find it more exciting each year. I see new things every spring, summer, fall and winter, subtle permutations of field and forest.
Thank you all and please have a Safe Late Summer -
“Ranger” Dave Holden
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