update: today at work we had to hike quite a bit searching for the weed. After about an hour my left metatarsals started hurting. We were just emerging onto a golf course so I took off my big rubber boots and walked barefoot for a few holes. Pain disappeared instantly. Five fingers is on to something. But nothing beats barefeet. The grass was wet and it felt wonderful to be out of the boots.
Can’t walk hard surfaces with them, takes days to recover from a real pounding, but they don’t hurt nearly as much as wearing shoes/boots on a hike. What will I do when the cold weather comes?
Tree Hugger and big ash
Blistering hot day at work today. We waded the Sconondoa Creek in Vernon downstream from Vernon Downs searching out and digging hogweed plants. We were fairly tired when we found the plants we deadheaded in July, closing the search between the big infestation and Rte 5. Too bad we forgot to pick the giant puffball we found. Darn.
Lunch was in the village rec park under a large ash tree. I could embrace half of it, maybe. It reminded me that I wanted to post a picture of an ash that Sandy and I found while doing base line data gathering for a new easement acquired by the Finger Lakes Land Trust. It has to be the largest ash tree I have seen. Not the biggest in NYS, by far. I hugged it and took a picture of the canopy while lying at the root flare. The emerald ash borer makes my heart heavy.
from the ground up
These beautiful trees have yellow to purple foliage in the fall. Stunning. And they are one of the easiest to identify– boldly opposite twigs and leaves. I am always searching for black ash trees. Bob and I felled one in a swamp near our old abode on the Canadian border. I pounded out splint for days and made some wonderful baskets. We had snowshoes made of ash and rawhide, the kind you had to shellac to preserve. We long ago replaced them with the new kind, cleats to steam up hill and, best of all, bindings that hold onto your boots instead of slipping off far from home and refusing to find a good adjustment.
I use a few of my ash baskets to enhance my mumbling mountain booth. Sturdy baskets. Bob backed over my big pack basket once. It almost ended our marriage, but the ash was strong, recovered well and is doing service 20 years later. Ash trees are a gift.
my handmade ash baskets decorate my booth