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December 18, 2011

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Is picture 6 the result of attention to a tree by a beaver? It looks like all the cartoons one sees of such things.

It certainly is. And picture 5 as well. The cartoony aspect is why I took the photo, but that's the way they look anyway. The ground was also covered with big chips of wood that the Busy Beavers had chewed off.

Wonderful photos, Beth, I especially like lichens, on that stone no less! I bet you have your father's longevity genes, something I don't have from my parents at any rate.

Beautiful pictures. The milkweed made me homesick - I grew up in Syracuse, and we always picked milkweed in the fall. Thank you for the reminder!

Thanks, Marja-Leena. I'm not surprised to hear that you like lichens, since they are an extension of the stones you love so much! And I don't know about longevity: it's great if you're in good shape like my father is, not so good if you're not. Lots of fresh air and exercise all his life seem to have helped him, but I think a lot of it actually is genetic - many of his ancestors lived well into their nineties and even beyond.

Hi Kate, it's nice to hear from you -- I always love hearing from fellow central New Yorkers! I love milkweed too, and couldn't resist taking a picture of these pods. Fall, to me, was always watching milkweed drift in the air, along with monarch butterflies.

My favorite is the cleft stone gathering moss...

Yes -- mine too, Marly!

It's what we all hope for: good health and independence in old age. Loved the pictures!

Beautiful photos Beth. Which one is lichen? I love the first photo. It reminds of jackfruit. I hope I can stay in good health and spirit and live independently when I get to 80's.

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