February Thaw, Redux

Well, knee replacement surgery went well, my surgeon and physical therapist are elated by how rapidly I am recovering, but my knee itself still tells me, "Oh hell, NO!" when I try to bend it.  Or when I force it through the exercises that feel like medieval torture to perform. So obviously, I have not ventured out except for knee-related appointments, and it still is not comfortable to sit at my computer with my desk chair poking knives into the back of my knee.  But Facebook Memories dragged this 7-year-old post called "February Thaw" out of computer storage, and I was delighted to see that, what with the freeze-and-thaw vacillations we've been experiencing this winter, I could have posted similar adventures if I had visited the same woodsy or watery sites this week.  I enjoyed this trip down memory lane myself, and I hope my faithful readers will, too.

So here it is: February Thaw, Redux (from 2/27/2018):

Thanks to a whole string of above-freezing days this past week, it feels as if winter is losing its grip and spring is on the way.  When I walked along the Hudson River above the Spier Falls Dam last Sunday, I was pleased to see that the ice was breaking up even in the long-frozen bays.  Then, as I walked along Spier Falls Road where the mountains rise sharply from the road's edge, the music of splashing water greeted me from tumbling creeks and many tiny spring-fed rills.

Just across from the dam, where a creek comes bounding and crashing down the mountainside, the lower part of the waterfall was still encased in ice.  But higher up, where the sunshine has had more opportunity to warm the rocks, the water was freely flowing over moss-covered boulders. (Update, 2025: I sure look forward to when my knee is restored to strength and I can once again ascend the course of this beautiful waterfall!)

Many people think of the shrill calls of Spring Peeper frogs as the first music of spring, but the sounds of splashing water, dancing as if in celebration of its liberation from imprisoning ice, sure sings of springtime to me.

By Tuesday, the air was warm and the sun brightly shining, tempting me out to take a walk along Bog Meadow Brook Trail near Saratoga.  Although most of our roadsides and open fields are now bare of snow, the woods are still deep with it, and the well-trodden trails remain quite icy.  Ice grippers on my boots, I set off along the trail that leads through wooded wetlands.

I had searched several muddy swales this week, finding the Skunk Cabbage shoots still tightly swaddled in the pale-green bracts that had protected the undeveloped spathes all winter.  But here in the tiny brook that runs by the Bog Meadow trail, some spathes had swollen to burst free of those enveloping bracts and had already turned their gorgeous Morocco-leather red.  Some of the spathes had opened a little, so I could peer inside to see the developing spadices, which were still smooth and bald and not yet producing pollen.  So I can't yet call these the first flowers to bloom in spring.  But it won't be long before I can!

I continued along Bog Meadow Trail to where it leads to a boardwalk over an open marsh, the boardwalk lined with willows and alders and red-twigged dogwoods.

I could see the willow catkins were just beginning to emerge from their buds, the "pussies" almost ready to fluff out their silken "fur."  A sure sign of spring!

I noticed that almost all of the willows were sporting at least one of two kinds of galls.  The Shoot-tip Rose Gall looks like a dried flower at the tip of each branch, and is caused by a tiny fly (Rhabdophaga rosaria) laying its egg in a slit in the branch.  The tree then produces this flower-shaped rosette of tissue surrounding the egg, to protect the larva as it matures.

Other small willows were bearing multiple hard, brown, spindle-shaped swellings on their twigs, each one with a bud protruding out of the top of the gall.  

These Willow Beaked Galls are caused by another tiny fly called Mayetiola rigidae.  The larva is wintering over within the gall and will emerge in the spring.  Willows play host to more kinds of galls than any other woody plant,  and now is the best time to find them, since once spring comes, they will be hidden among the leaves.

A Winter Walk Around the Pond

Oh, we've had some lovely snow since I last posted here, nearly ten inches of pristine fluff, but because of a knee-pain issue I did not venture out on snowshoes to enjoy it.  But I did venture out on Saturday, the day before the most recent deep snowfall, to join my friends Sue and Dana for a walk around Mud Pond at Moreau Lake State Park. The snow on the trail was packed without being icy, so we needed neither snowshoes nor ice grippers to stride along, enjoying the views of the snow-covered frozen pond, distant mountains, and beautiful blue sky. 

Because of a large population of beavers that make Mud Pond their home, we stayed to the trail, rather than venture out on the ice.  Although we could see a lodge on the pond, I am also aware that beavers also burrow into the steep banks that ring this pond, keeping patches of open water near the entrances to their dens. We noticed the open water or water-covered ice near their lodge out on the pond.

Our pond-side striding often came to a halt, for many eye-catching organisms did catch our eyes.  This massive population of Violet-tooth Polypore (Trichaptum biforme) was especially striking, with snaking pillars of stacked striped caps emerging from every fissure in the bark of a trailside tree.

Many sapling oaks line the trail, and since oaks are among the most frequent hosts to numerous kinds of galls, we were treated to several of them.  This one looked like a frozen powder puff, and suggested to me that it might be the remains of the furry gall produced by the Wool Sower Wasp, a distinctive plant growth induced by the secretions of the grubs of this tiny wasp, Callirhytis seminator.  

Here were more galls on a second oak sapling, these clustered spheres resembling bunches of grapes.

Even dead and dying trees offered instances of beauty, such as this marvelous mix of fungi and lichens ornamenting a broken-off twig, probably of a conifer.

Thanks to Sue's way around the iNaturalist site, we now know that this group of itty-bitty fungi occupying a fallen treelimb is Porodisculus pendulus.  This fungus has no known vernacular name, but the Latin name is perfectly descriptive of a fungus that is pendulous (hanging downward) and with tiny pores on the underside of its rather wrinkly whitish discs. Sue noted that there weren't too many reports of it on iNat, nor any mention of it in her mushroom books.  That sent her to searching for it on Google, where more than one web hit described it as "The World's Smallest Polypore."   A little bit bigger than the head of a pin.  But not much.  Easily overlooked, I would bet, because of its tiny size.

This little twig had broken off a dead limb and was lying atop the snow.  I do not know the name of the shaggy green moss with its minute spore stalks, I simply found it cunning and cute enough to take its picture.

I DO know the name of the tree that bore these vibrantly red twigs.  It's Striped Maple (Acer pensylvanicum), and I find twigs of such vibrancy only in winter.  And not all specimens of Striped Maple produce twigs of this color, even in winter. Often, the twigs are a dark bronzy green.   According to one source on Google, the twigs "turn vivid red in winter due to the presence of anthocyanin pigments, which are produced in the bark as a response to cold temperatures, giving the twigs their striking red color, especially noticeable during the winter months when leaves are absent; this is a natural protective mechanism against harsh conditions."   Yeah, but not all Striped Maple twigs in the same forest do this.

Passing an area where I know that throngs of Mapleleaf Viburnum (Viburnum acerifolium) grow, I found that many shrubs still held clusters of the fruit that matured in autumn.  Because the berries's seeds are so large, the fruit is ignored by wildlife until all other, more palatable fruits are gone.

And as far as I know or can discover, the fruits of Maleberry (Lyonia ligustrina) don't appear to be eaten by any wild animal, but remain on the shrubs until they produce these hard and dry pods that will eventually shed the seeds within.  I think the little pods are quite pretty, with their star-shaped openings.

Much of the land surrounding Mud Pond is populated with both White Pines and Pitch Pines, and the needle-carpeted soil beneath those pines is quite sandy.  This is exactly the habitat preferred by the Pink Lady's Slipper (Cypripedium acaule), and that beautiful native orchid abounds here in May. Even in winter, we can find evidence of their presence, with fat pods atop slender stalks protruding from the snow.

Finding this evidence that gorgeous pink orchids will be blooming here in spring, I carry that expectation with me tomorrow (February 11), when I will be receiving total knee replacement surgery. I am hoping that by the time the Pink Lady's Slippers flower in spring,  I can wander these woods without the pain that has hobbled me ever since I smashed my kneecap 10 years ago.  Since I probably won't be having new woods or waterways adventures for a few weeks to come, I probably won't be producing new posts for this blog in the meantime.  But with more than 16 years' worth of blogposts, I think I might find some posts among the more than 2,000 in blog archive that might be worth a second look and read. So, dear readers, stay tuned to see what treasures I might dig up from the comforts of my couch.

A Snowy Day in 'Toga Town!

Oh man, this is why I love living here in northern New York State:  Snow!  Beautiful snow!  Here's my inner-city Saratoga Springs backyard today:

When we first moved to Saratoga in 1970, snow was a given.  And lots of it, too.  That first winter we lived here, we had record snowfall, 120 inches total for the season.  When our then five-year-old daughter walked the four blocks to kindergarten, she disappeared between snowbanks as soon as she turned from our front sidewalk.  "Oh boy," I thought, "this is REAL winter!" 

We haven't had that kind of snow for more than 50 years now. Just yesterday, I could still see the grassy ground everywhere, showing between meager patches of crusty old snow.  But it started snowing in earnest last night, and by this morning the trees and shrubs were heaped with the fluffy stuff that was glittering in the sunlight.  These Winterberry shrubs grow by my front steps.

Ah, but with rain and temps rising into the 40s two days from now, this may be the last time we'll enjoy snow's beauty again this winter.  A quick trip to nearby Saratoga Spa State Park allowed me to fully experience it before it gets washed away.

On this long allee, the snow-covered branches of tall White Pines formed a canopy over the trail.

At the edge of the lawn near the Ferndell Pavilion, the beauty of these snow-crusted trees took my breath away.

That fairyland beauty persisted as I made my way down the Ferndell Ravine, a woodsy trail that passes between steep forested banks, a tiny creek rippling alongside it.

After walking through the park's picnic area, the scene along Geyser Creek was exquisite, as the rushing creek rollicked along past the Island Spouter.

The name "Geyser Creek" was no doubt inspired by the mineral-water spring that spouts from the center of this island, an enormous limey accretion called a "tufa." But this is not, in fact, a geyser, since geysers obtain their energy from geothermal heat. Better referred to as a "spouter," this skyward-shooting spring obtains its energy from a subterranean buildup of carbon dioxide gasses. The water is quite cold.

While the water that emerges from the spouter and spreads across the tufa is itself crystal clear, the dissolved iron in the water reacts with the oxygen in the air to turn the surface it floods across a rusty red.

But the icicles ornamenting the tufa's edge confirm that the mineralized water remains uncolored.

This snowy trail along the creek tempted me to follow it, but my aching knee began to tell me it was time to go home.

I am scheduled to have a total knee replacement surgery on February 11, so I am afraid it will be some time after that before I can venture out to the woods for extensive walks. But I do hope the healing will be complete by the time the waterways will be warm enough to tempt me to manage getting in and out of my canoe.  I'm so happy I got out today to experience this beautiful snowfall.  As climate change continues unabated, this may be my last opportunity to witness such beauty this winter.