Land of Grand Trees!

Connecticut is a land of grand trees!  The hardwood forest is tall and thick, strong and bending, and colorful and dark.  There are oaks, birch, hickory, maple, pines, hemlock, ash, cottonwood among others, each with their own texture, form, and place.  They can be a wall; hiding the lay of the land, make distances greater, and muffle sounds.  They can be individual with great presence, keeping the secrets of a centenarian.  The trees are so beautiful!  I love walking among them, recognizing both species and individuals, quieting my thoughts and just drinking in the peacefulness they offer.

There are many trees that I admire growing in my neighborhood.  The Red Oak above is listed on the Notable Trees of Connecticut. It is less than a mile from my house on Juniper Hill Farm.  I could see it from the road and even though it was a little weird I asked permission to photograph it.  Such an amazing tree.  The Red Oak is one of the last to loose it's leaves.  The top picture is in November and the bottom in October.  Another fantastic Red Oak within 10 miles is the famous Ashford Oak.  It was the largest Red Oak in the US for years, but sadly it has dropped some of it's limbs and now is in decline.  The tree is just off the route 44, which is the oldest hwy between Boston and Hartford and George Washington really could have stopped here!  But really the best trees are the ones I can walk to, that are landmarks, friends, and make the area around the house so special.

The Ashford Oak

 A stately Maple in the woods near the house.  I've notice the largest trees seem to be the ones that are growing along old stonewalls.  That's because in the olden days, the fields would have been cleared for growing crops and only trees along the stonewall would have survived so they are the biggest and oldest.

I have found photographing trees to be a challenge!  It is hard to show what you eyes drink in.  A close up picture shows the texture and over arching branches, but loses the height and feels awkward. Far away the tree seems smaller, is shaded the tree's own shadow, or is lost among the trees.  To show the texture and size and light and presence makes me admire landscape and nature photographers who succeed.  I do admit that I don't practice enough with three dogs towing me along bringing my clunky camera along doesn't always happen.  Still the trees are wonderful.  I've written a few other posts where trees of Connecticut play a big role and here is one of my favorites, Rambles.

An interesting side note:  this is a bearing tree
One that can help you get your bearings!
In AZ officials place a stake in the ground with longitude and latitude information.
In CT, they place it on a large tree, because a stake would soon be lost under leaves and vegetation. 

Time Travel at Benton Homestead

Welcome to the Benton Homestead (c.1720) in Tolland, CT!  This farmhouse was built by Daniel Benton on a 40 acre homestead, and six generations of the family lived in it.  The house is now a museum of life in the 1700s.  The house was little changed from it's original design, and the paint colors, kitchen hearth, and other portions have been restored by the Tolland Historical Society.  The house is the oldest remaining building in Tolland which will celebrate it's 300th anniversary next year!   

I was invited to help out during a school field trip by my friend Felicia who is a member of the Tolland Historical Society and fellow Audubon program teacher.  I jumped at the chance to assist and learn more about Colonial life. Growing up in Arizona did not afford many opportunities to experience Colonial history in such a hands on, and real way.  Plus, I got to dress up in fun costumes!  

Touring the house we presented what life would have been life for children growing up during the 1700s.  We talked about the chores boys and girls would have had, and what they would have been learning.  The kids learned that life was full of hard work necessary to have the food, clothing, and warmth to survive.  

Our first stop on our tour was the well, here each student got to try carrying two buckets of water using a yolk.  The kids learned that boys would be responsible for bringing inside about 15 gallons of water each day, plus many, many trips of firewood before they headed to the fields to tend animals, crops, chop firewood, or build those famous New England stonewalls.     

The first room we entered in the house was the Hall, named after the main room in an English castle.  This room displayed the tools used in converting raw fiber materials into cloth.  The kids learned about the processes for both flax-linen and sheep's wool. They got to card some wool, feel the raw materials, and see finished products.  Girls learned that they would start learning to sew at the age of 4, and would be experts by the time they were 13.  In the 1700s each family would have about a dozen sheep each giving about 10 pounds of wool.  The wool would have to be boiled and washed, carded, spun into string, and woven into material.  The material would then be sewn into skirts, shirts and other clothing or used as a blanket.  After spending 15 minutes in that room everyone had a better appreciation for our clothes and how easy it is for us to get them.  

A spinning wheel for making wool string.

Each room had a fire place, but the house would
have still be very cold compared to today's standards.
Fibers on the table in different stages of processing.

We also toured the kitchen, parlor, the in-law addition called the Ell, the cellar, and the kitchen garden. In each space the kids got to learn how things were different and the same, and how the rooms and places were used.   In the kitchen the kids got to see how different things were without electricity. They learned that the parlor was an adults only space, the cellar was used as a jail during the revolutionary war, and the Ell was built over the old well with a trapdoor for indoor plumbing! 

The kids and I learned lots about colonial times, had a fun time, and were all thankful to be living with modern conveniences!    

The Kitchen

Gail, the director of the museum, prepares the kitchen for students.

The wash bin on the left was used for cleaning everything.
dishes, clothes, and a bathtub

Gail in the kitchen with a beautiful cape.
She has a very authentic costume.

The parlor- adults only! room.  

a reproduction letter from Daniel Benton, colored glasses, and writing desk.

The Ell

Felicia in the Ell.  The trapdoor to the well is just under the table.

Artifacts found under the floor during restoration.  The Ell was added on to where the original backdoor was.  All the trash thrown out the back was preserved under the floor of the addition.  Ceramics, animal bones, pieces of glass, buttons including one from a revolutionary soldiers uniform were found

The pantry in the Ell

Lucky Day part 2

Can you hear the waves and the breeze blow?

 Last Sunday, Jacob, my mother-in-law, sister-in-law, and I really did see harbor seals on a trip down to the coast to see two lighthouses.  The pictures from my last post were of course poorly photoshoped by me!  The seals would pop up for a few moments, disappear again for ten or more minutes, and then reappear in a completely different spot.  We saw two at one time, but there could have been more.  We think they we hunting some Common Eider ducks that were out in the surf because we saw them surface close to the ducks several times.  The main duck that we were watching didn't become a meal while we were there.  Here is a photo with a tiny black dot of a Common Eider if I had got a picture of the seals it would have looked something like this.  I did, however, search all my photos to see if a seal had photo bombed any of my shots but, alas I did not get that lucky.

Can you find the tiny dot of duck!?

Ring-billed Gull

We also saw a flotilla of Common Loons!  I was super excited about this as well, since I've never been in the right place, or lucky enough to spot one before.  The ten or more birds were out pretty far from shore, but their unmistakable size and sharp bill shape gave them away.  They were handsomely attired in winter coats.

Me, Mary Carol, and Jacob at Point Judith Lighthouse

 The two lighthouses that we visited were in Point Judith, Rhode Island, and Stonington, CT.  Point Judith lighthouse is a stone tower built in 1856.  The lighthouse is still operational, and the grounds also has a Coast Guard building which has it's own watch tower.  The Stonington light house is a beautiful stone building.  It looks like a house with a big tower on top.  It is now a museum and from outside it looked like the lantern is no longer in the lighthouse tower.  Unfortunately, both were closed! but, we still enjoyed beautiful views, warm weather, and seeing seals, loons, and the New England coast.

Mary Carol, Addie, and Jacob

Stonington Lighthouse

Mary Carol and Jacob

As, I write this post the weather is much colder and Connecticut got its first snow of the season last night.  I sure am glad Mary Carol and Addie got to make the trip up when they did.  We also had fun touring around Northeast Connecticut, putting together a jigsaw puzzle, and having a bread making lesson.  Thanks for visiting!

Just a pretty view of the sparkly sea
from Stonington, CT

Lucky day

On Sunday, Jacob, my mother-in-law and sister-in-law, went down to the coast and we saw two Harbor Seals.  I even got a photo ;)  I was so excited to see seals for the first time I let our a little squee! of joy.   I'll post more on the trip and better photos soon.  Enjoy! 

These photos are in part due to Julie Zickefoose's over the top challenge for 11/11.  I love Julie's blog and read every post.

A Year on Bolduc Ln

One of the interests commonly shared by many naturalists is the marking of the seasons.  There are several naturalists who were made famous by their books on this theme.  Aldo Leopold's, A Sand County Almanac, and Edwin Way Teale's series The American Seasons are just two examples.  I am no exception and a have really enjoyed being in the Northeast this last year.  Connecticut has striking changes in the seasons more so than anywhere else I have lived.  Jacob and I moved here last year in the middle of fall and now fall is coming to a close again.  It has been really fun to see all the seasons come and go and to see the subtle hints that the next season is coming.

Fall

Fall comes slowly, 

Smallest hint of orange edges, 

Yellow canopy then forest floor. 

Cool evenings slow bumblebees. 

 In full force trees burn bright reds,

 Grey skeletons bend in breeze.

More more chilly than warm,

 A honking flock says goodbye. 

Winter

Where did the sun go?

Dark days make me wonder.

Rains turn into snows.

Storms transform landscape, everything stops.

Land of structure and shadows

Hungry birds come to feast on offerings.

Crystals hang and tracks mark trails.

Spring

Anticipation, freedom to wonder.

Dripping ice and snow make mud.

Spy little bits of life

A bud, a frond, a leaf, a sprout.

Awake to feathered flutist.

Turn soil, insert a seed.

Breath easy warm air, linger in the sun.

Summer

Up, up, everything goes,

Sun, birds, bugs, grass, and weeds.

Brooks babble, bugs sing, fawns spring,

Woods active hours long. 

Moist air heavy with heat,

Seek green canopy, green floor.

Fall

Fall comes slowly, 

Smallest hint of orange edges, 

Yellow canopy then forest floor. 

Cool evenings slow bumblebees. 

 In full force trees burn bright reds,

 Grey skeletons bend in breeze.

More more chilly than warm,

 A honking flock says goodbye.