The beautiful Meadow Spring trail to Mary’s Rock
American Chestnut. Wiped from eastern forests by a blight that was introduced a century ago, still sending up shoots from it’s root system. The blight will kill these shoots before they reach a good size, but the root system, unaffected by the blight, will send up new shoots. Once a giant, American Chestnut has been reduced to a shrub. Those shoots though, they are a sign of perseverance and of hope. Researchers are working to breed a cross between the American and the Chinese chestnut: a tree that will have the disease resistance of the Chinese and the impressive growth habit of the American (I did laboratory research on American Chestnut in college, and I was really excited to see them growing all along this trail.)
We had a beautiful day, and I got to share my favorite place with my sister (Jonny’s brother was with us too, but this was his second visit to the meadow.) We ate our dinner standing in the parking lot in the dark, hands freezing, but talking about how glad we were that we’d come, how we’d never forget.
(I was so excited that we actually needed our sweaters! Knits in this post: Silas’ Cascade, My February Lady and Seashells Scarf, Larkspur’s Sunday Sweater, and Beatrix is wearing the first Sunday Sweater that I knit, my rough draft.)