In the winter we enter the time when the natural world goes quiet. As I walk in the wooded hills around my home the only rustling comes from the yellow poplar saplings in the understory. These small trees keep their foliage after the taller trees in the canopy have wisely dropped theirs. In that moment the smaller members of the community soak up the…
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