A Ghillie’s Report
Last week while listing the many pleasures of my life, I included “watching the seasons change in our woods”. “Our woods” is a block of land directly across the street from our house. One hundred years ago it was part of a farm; since then it has attempted to follow the laws of natural succession and revert back to the forest it was before the settlers arrived. It runs east and west for about half a mile and averages about one thousand feet wide, north to south, all told, about twenty-five to thirty acres. For the past fifty-five years I…