W is for Whose Woods These Are
Whenever I see a woodsy area in Southern New Jersey (or anywhere else for that matter), I think of the first line of Robert Frost’s poem, “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening,” a poem I learned in 10th grade English
I’m not telling how many years ago a number of years ago.
Whose woods these are I think I know.
Lately, I have thought of this line a number of times, although I have always incorrectly remembered this line as “Whose woods these are I do not know.”
Last year, on June 30, 2012, many patches of wonderful woodsy areas in Southern New Jersey were devastated by a severe wind-storm (derecho) as it hopped-skipped-and-jumped through our area. I wrote about that storm in this blog post: Blame it on the Derecho a few days later in July of 2012, and I posted pictures of the damage in and around my hometown.
This year, on various walks and rides around the area, I have looked to see how well the area has recovered from the storm. In some places, you hardly notice the damage. Old trees have been cut down, and new smaller trees have been replanted on local city streets. But in the out-lying woodsy areas, it is a different story.
I decided to take more pictures of the area to show how long-lasting the damage is.
The tops of these pines were sheared off and left standing like telephone poles. So far, there is no evidence of recovery. The pine cones that weren’t blown away may start new pine growth, but that will take years.
Huge trees were pulled up by the roots.
Large sections of trees stripped bare stand next to sections of trees hardly touched.
Whose woods these are I do not know, but it saddens me still to see such devastation.
On bright note, though. There are new buds on the bushes and red twinges of buds on the branches. Hope springs eternal.
The Last Meow
Meow for now. =(^,^)=