Seeing the top of the ridge is something new in my lifetime.
Years before my memory Dad and Mom had goats
on this hill side keeping the underbrush clear.
The briers make it almost impossible to walk.
You can see the healed twist in this small tree.
Many cedars could not be used for lumber
but can be split for fence posts
A pair of Osage Orange or Bodark trees
One gone one twisted and split but still living.
Supposed to be the best tree for making bows.
It is sad to see the destruction
but the tiny cedar trees are growing again.
In sixty years you'll never know the damage that was here.
Returning from my walk
A frost bitten vinca tries to convince me its spring.