Monday, 3 October 2016

A Squirrel Buries Its Treasure

A squirrel gets ready for the winter ahead. Henry David Thoreau watched as the little creature carried out its work and later wrote about the scene...






It’s that time of year – autumn, the season of collecting, harvesting and preparing for winter.   The markers of the passing of the seasons are very noticeable in rural areas as humans and non-humans set about preparing for the long, dark months ahead.  The fields and barns have been a hive of activity and indoors, people begin to stock up with winter supplies.  But others too are acutely aware that the seasonal clock is ticking and in the woods, there is much to-ing and fro-ing among the small mammals.  It has been several months since I saw a red squirrel but I have spotted a couple lately while walking in the local forest.  When an opportunity arises and it is possible to observe one from a discreet vantage point, I return somewhat richer and happier for the encounter.

It was after returning from the woods and watching a squirrel going about its business that Henry David Thoreau put pen to paper and recorded the event:

 “I saw a red squirrel run along the bank under the hemlocks with a nut in its mouth.  He stopped near the foot of a hemlock, and hastily pawing a hole with its fore feet, dropped the nut, covered it up, and retreated part way up the trunk of the tree, all in a few moments.  I approached the shore to examine the deposit, and he, descending betrayed no little anxiety for his treasure and made two or three motions to recover the nut before he retreated.  Digging there, I found two pignuts joined together, with their green shells on, buried about an inch and a half in the soil, under the red hemlock leaves.  This then, is the way forests are planted.  This nut must have been brought twenty rods at least and was buried at just the right depth.  If the squirrel is killed, or neglects its deposit, a hickory springs up.”  

( H D Thoreau 
from 
The Journal of Henry David Thoreau)

Monday, 8 August 2016

Gazing is not seeing....


 "The scenery, when it is truly seen, reacts on the life of the seer. How to live. How to get the most of life.... How to extract its honey from the flower of the world."
(Henry David Thoreau)



 



Often we look at scenery by sweeping the landscape with our eyes commenting on its beauty but without really seeing the objects in front of us.  We tend to glance at things, even other people’s faces, and are unable later to recall the colour of their eyes.  To really see something means taking a little time to stop, be still, and look closely rather than merely forming an impression.  Gaze at a mountain, follow its lines and contours with your eyes, the gashes and chasms cut deep into it flanks, the becks trickling down is side, the rocks and scree strewn at its base, the tree of two bent by the prevailing winds, the grassy knolls, the sheep-folds, the play of the clouds across the top and the changing light and the individual character of the place will make itself known to the seer.  It is only by taking our time and letting the scenery unfold  that we can begin to see it as it is.  Then it will not simply be a fleeting impression but an understanding of the character of the place.