This succulent (Sedum Family) is very rare here in the Western U.P. in the wild. Somehow I managed to miss this patch during the past three years, as it grows next to the orchard, one field to the South. Next year I will be ready for it in late August.
A cold rain is falling. So completely opposite of recent weather, marked by extreme heat and dryness. I may have lost two newer trees at Rauhallinen Farm, one an expensive River Birch that is almost defoliated, the other a Japanese flowering crab that is mostly yellowed and losing all leaves as well-even with watering. The grandchildren have been returned to their grandmother and the farm is quiet and a bit lonely. Back to the daily routine and in an eye blink, winter. I have noticed a psychological pattern in myself and others, who unlike myself, are native Yoopers. This time of the year, we begin to look forward to the opportunities that a good amount of snowfall provides. For me, snowshoeing, cross country skiing, and winter photography (my favorite time of the year to work with the camera). I enjoy working the outside wood boiler and pellet stove for the warmth that they provide in the old stone farmhouse. However, by what is late spring in other places, we are still in the throes of winter. It is at this time that we want to swear off this season. until the next summer, when we look back and begin to take pride in yet another survival episode of a harsh season-a pattern that continues to repeat itself for locals. Those that cannot handle the fourth season always leave quickly.
"I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived." Henry David Thoreau, 1854