How did I manage to go 26 years without the over-the-top spring color of the Reeves-Reed Arboretum?
As we neared Verona on the West Essex Trail this last Sunday, an ominious sound was heard in the distance. A muffled thumping, it got louder and louder as we went, until we realized it was the Verona High School Marching Band rehearsing.
Abandoned rail lines are being weeded, paved, gravelled and generally re-surfaced to be the next wave of urban, suburban and rural recreation.
We knew we were on the right track when the first thing we saw walking in the door of Tricia’s ceramics show was this one, the pileated woodpecker, exactly what we saw in the Great Swamp a couple of days before.