Welcome to Day 5 of 31 Days of Kissing the Wounds, a month of posts about the beauty, longing, and soul inherent in our damaged selves; in the world’s brokenness; in the imperfection, incompleteness, and transience of all that we love; in our recognition of each other as the walking wounded; and in the jagged, messy, splintery, deformed, sullied, unhealed parts of me, you, the natural world, our communities, the culture. Each post will look at these ideas from its own vantage point, which may not obviously connect with the others.
I joined a small group walking into and around Butterfield Pond, in Wilmot, NH, in mid-September. It’s known as a fishing pond, with fish flown in by helicopter in spring (can’t imagine what they think as they plummet through the air), and since the walk-in to the pond is a half-mile, there are many canoes and jon boats tucked up along the shore in the woods.
While I didn’t go looking for damage, decay, and brokenness, there is plenty of it along any stretch of land anywhere, and this trail was no different. Below is a little photo journal. Enjoy!
Trees and rocks clinging together:
Damaged leaves, and otherwise:
Fruits, berries, and such:
Hobblebush (Viburnum lantanoides):
Fungi and moss:
Around the pond, in the brook:
Beech drops (Epifagus virginiana): – there are large colonies of this parasitic plant here; they don’t have any chlorophyll but get nutrients by tapping into the roots of the American beech tree, their host.
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