The Provincially Significant Wetland was at the bottom of this ridge. These trees on the north face of the ridge did not see the sun until mid afternoon. There was not much soil for these tree roots to spread into. The roots often ran along the surface of the marble ridge until they could find enough soil or a crack to grow into. The thick and luxurious moss was on the northern faces of these tree trunks that were also on the northern face of the ridge. The moss turned a brilliant green when it was caught by a shaft of sunlight.
There were some exploratory woodpecker holes in these tree trunks as well. The tree on the right had been scarred decades previously and the bark would probably never seal the wound up. These are mast trees that provide food and shelter to a host of creatures during their entire life and long afterward as well, as they rot and return to the soil.
The blue bird of happiness was still singing.
A lone honey bee came to visit and landed on my painting hand. It was great to see her. I wonder how far she had travelled and from where? I saw a honey bee later in the afternoon while on the dock in Jim Day Rapids. It looked like the same bee... They are my friends. Maybe I should start keeping bees again...For this and much more art, click on Pixels. Thank you.
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