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January 15, 2009


Tim Abbott

BD, that is a comforting image. And given time, and the perspective to see it, natural succession can be a story of regrowth and renewal.
One adapts, and something new replaces what was lost. As one who sometimes skates along the melancholy side of nostalgia, though, it is hard not to see what is gained as inferior to what is lost when the plowed field becomes a tangle of bittersweet and the forest that grows back supports a fraction of its former variety. I'm going to have to try and remember that bees love loosestrife.

bird dog

"Weeds," then wild raspberries and wild roses and other various bushes, then birch and aspen and maple saplings (and grouse), then young trees....

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