Soon, no hemlocks will be left standing

…it’s likely to be a hemlock, and it just might have been leaning-while-dying, over our “gravel” road that winds through almost 4 miles of woods, hardtop to hardtop. When we moved here in 1999, our hemlocks were massive, plentiful and dark dark green. I especially loved the ones up on the ridge you see from our front porch, shadowy plumes along the ridge, dark as spruce-fir. Then the hemlock wooly adelgids’ work, already well underway in ’99, began to become sadly apparent. Here’s a remembered …

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