Trail Wood #59 Earl Plato
Writer’s note: My wife, Elaine, and I will drive the countryside this week looking for pussy willows. We will clip some branches and bring them home. We immerse them in a vase of water and watch the “pussies” develop. This has been a spring ritual for years. Edwin Teale made this comment in his log one early spring day at Trail Wood.
“ My walk this morning is among pussy willows and little fairy pools set amid green mosses. … High overhead somewhere beyond the trees unseen in the sky, the first killdeer of the year. It repeats its plaintive, lonely cry. A new voice for the new season. How pleasant it is to set down all these varied signs of spring!”
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