early january (my world)

For a nature journal, the onset of spring is the logical time to start a narrative. Spring, after all, is when life begins.

To be precise, it begins anew, an affirmation of cyclical time and thought. Rather than a linear story, I’m beginning not at the beginning, but where I am, knowing that I will return to this very time again in a year.

What is Wrenaissance like in winter? How is it different from spring, summer, fall? Easy answers: It’s colder. There’s snow. The trees are bare. But what I notice most is the grasses in our wetlands. They begin to lean over in late fall, and by early winter they are laid low.

The butterfly garden lies dormant and bare. The deer leave their tracks.

The hornets have abandoned their nest.

It’s falling apart before our eyes. I’m curious about hornets. I wonder if they will come back to this same tree, or to another? Will the nest material be used by other hornets or birds to build a new nest?

The world is quiet and still.

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