A friend from Illinois just posted a picture of her skunk cabbage poking out of the ground. While I suspected in my heart it was too early for my skunk cabbage, I couldn’t help but go and look. After all, what better way to spend a beautiful, relatively warm Friday morning?
Bena Brook is still frozen over, though we could hear water running underneath. It is a balmy 36 F outside.The skull of a young white tail deer buck partially buried in the ice.The bark tipi I built with a friend five or six years ago is still standing, though the massive oak tree that was growing beside sadly toppled during the derecho. The tipi is naturally well-camouflaged.The skunk cabbage is not up, but signs of spring are starting to emerge. We will try again in a month.
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