hydrologicale equivalence for silly daydreame in toto

This is a frame from last month when we went for a Sunday afternoon walk in the foothills above the city, before the writing on the wall became clearer about such forays. At first these strolls were fine, we’d hardly see anyone. When we did, those fellow shy flower-sniffers practiced mutual social distancing, comic encounters but a certain shared camaraderie ensued wherein all conscientious parties gladly resorted to sideways shuffling off narrow paths into thickety salal, bracken fern and Oregon grape, sometimes precarious climbing over fallen logs or stumps was necessary in order to let one another pass with suitably wide spacing. Far too soon did it become readily apparent such conscientiousness would not be the norm, within the span of a week or two, careless people commenced streaming from the woodwork like termites, blundering up and down the hillsides with abandon, exchanging niceties at breathtakingly clueless range, as though a big, fat summer holiday had arrived early for us all. We were taking our own liberties by virtue of just being there, I suppose. Hindsight says how naive I was despite taking the pandemic deadly serious but perhaps it was still a complicated denial.

March 2020 - Lost Beagle Trail 29

Many of our public wildlands have long since been closed though there has been no shortage of scofflaws who delight in twisting the letter or spirit of the law to suit themselves in the pursuit of personal freedom, pray Sasquatch doesn’t corner ’em up a sappy old growth giant. Now it looks like the shelter-in-place order will possibly, just very experimentally be dialed back sometime next month but I won’t venture hazarding any sort of guess what that means for day-to-day living. The boys will continue to homestudy, no matter what, as our school district has no plans to reopen classrooms before fall semester.

This was moss on the north side of a tree, lingering remnants of springtime foothill snow limited to shadows. Someone didn’t turn the faucet tight enough, drip-drops from moss-draped branches above pitter-pattered woodpecker-like holes into the crust below, the vertical texture reminded me of a waterfall and the snow on the ground was like the frothing torrent at the bottom of that silky cascade, carrying away rocks and logs. Can you see it? Everything always seems at least marginally interesting in my catalog because it’s essentially a light-box, so that I’m never quite sure if I’m making shapes in the clouds.

The Arboretum has been quieter than usual after the city cordoned off designated parking areas at the largest parks across town, in an effort to limit crowds. The boys and I’ve continued our walks there, they like to stop at the big meadow to footrace awhile. Oliver Fern needs it bad to burn off his usual abundance of excess energy.  In the interest of warding off sameness, we’ve resorted to occasional neighborhood strolls through the Central District to points south, including Leschi, Judkins Park and Mount Baker. On Sunday, that walk revealed a fascinating, revolving cast of characters grilling and gardening in tiny front yards. We even made the acquaintance of Adam’s math teacher in a block near Garfield High School, he was across the street with his dogs and salutations were shouted across the street at each other.

3 thoughts on “hydrologicale equivalence for silly daydreame in toto

  1. Yes, it’s not a stretch to see the green waterfall, that’s great, it’s a real shaggy, attractive kind of moss.
    Realizing, as I read your posts, just how many unfamiliar and interesting plants you’ve got in that area. This time, I looked up salal, and that looks interesting, too. There’s also a habit, of asking you, if you eat this or that – – I do get that you’re hiking, and not grazing! But have you tried the salal berries? Wikipedia says used in jams & pies.
    I’m visiting back in NY, looks like work-from-home is going to continue in WI for quite a while, and most of the parks seem to be less crowded here, except for the biking trails. The cold temps & mud may be keeping some people out for now I guess.

    • Yeah, I’ve tried salal berries. They’re supposed to be as good as huckleberries but they’re a bit leathery for my taste. My field guide says Northwest tribes dried them in cakes or loaves and then stored them in skunk-cabbage leaves for winter-long snacking 🙂 I wondered if you were back home after I saw the hyacinth pictures. Did you fly? You’re a brave man!

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