When I first moved to America, I was always surprised by the fact that so many woods were virgin and untended. In England woods were much neater altogether. (There was a saw mill within a mile of our house.) In fairy tales there are always woodsmen. An honorable career opportunity - if not likely to make you madly rich. In American woods there were Indians. But lo and behold a chainsaw has been used here.
Continuing yesterday's ramble though untended woods we come nearer to civilization and see a canopy of dogwood
and the grounds Harold Harz used to mow.
Then we go back into the woods (dandelion clocks lower right)
How the vines and the sticker bushes entangle themselves! (When I lived here I always carried secateurs). You can quite see how Sleeping Beauty could be protected by briars.
Moss at the edge of the pond.
And spice bushes and skunk cabbage
and more roots.
The sky fallen into the pond (the faint dot upper left a heron)
Oak leaves fallen in water
A swan in water reflecting green
And a stick reminding me of time when a stick tripped our daughter when she was skating here.
Then back to civilization
and a garden that needs the maple trees pulled out, but, other than that, is rather cheerful.