News from the preserves, parks and backyards of Princeton, NJ. The website aims to acquaint Princetonians with our shared natural heritage and the benefits of restoring native diversity and beauty to the many preserved lands in and around Princeton.
Herrontown Woods neighbor Paul Schedl, a frequent hiker in the preserve, helps out by alerting me to any downed trees blocking the trails.
His email this week was about a sighting of a different sort. "Bear scat," he asked? I forwarded Paul's photos to Jim Ferry, Princeton's Animal Control Officer, who confirmed. "Very good chance yes! Sightings have come and gone this year but yes, we've had several sightings this summer. No issues, just sightings."
Typically, the occasional bear sightings in Princeton are of young males searching for new territory. Previous posts on this blog about black bears show them most commonly coming through in late spring or early summer, with mid-August being the latest documented here, until now.
The animal control officer did not seem particularly concerned, in terms of hiker safety. There are specific ways to behave when you see a black bear in the woods. If you'd like to brush up on your etiquette for black bear encounters, here is some info, including my advice tailored to Princetonians.
The municipal website mentions fruits and nuts in the bears' diet, and some of the seeds in this scat look a lot like pawpaw seeds. The pawpaws are starting to drop to the ground in our two pawpaw patches near Veblen House.
People talk about planting trees, but there are still a lot of parks in the world with play equipment that gets burning hot in the summer for lack of shade. Why, I often wondered as a parent of young kids, aren't shade trees planted strategically, where their shade will do the most good? It takes some imagination, to envision the full-sized tree a sapling will ultimately become, and some belief in the future, whether one's going to be around to see it or not.
In 2010, Rebecca Shell Kanarek, Princeton High School class of '99, contacted me with the desire to plant a tree in celebration of her and her husband's newborn son. Council woman Barbara Trelstad and I collaborated to choose a tree--an October Glory Red Maple--and arrange its planting. I suggested Potts Park, because it's playground equipment was roasting in the sun. My role was to decide where in the park to plant it.
It can be surprisingly tricky to choose a good place to plant a tree. You have to imagine the sun's arc in summer and how the future tree will intercept it. At the same time, shade is not an unmitigated blessing. It's wanted some places and not others. In this case, I wanted to position the tree to ultimately shade both the climbing equipment and the swings, while keeping the tree's trunk out of the way of games and running kids. Planting it too close to other trees could slow its growth. And then there's the followup watering while it's getting established.
The spot chosen was a compromise, but sixteen years later, the tree is doing its job, cooling the play equipment in summer, then dropping its leaves to allow the sun to provide warmth in the winter. It's pretty straightforward. Trees grow, and the future comes.
When a native meadow is created in what used to be a sprawling expanse of grass in a city park, it's usually plant people--gardeners, botanists--who do the planting and the ongoing weeding.
But what happens when an entomologist comes along later on and adopts the meadow? This particular meadow, in Buhr Park in Ann Arbor, MI, exists and thrives in part because of a plant-loving neighbor, Jeannine Palms. Recently, though, I received an email from another friend in Ann Arbor, entomologist David Cappaert, who is spending his retirement documenting the mind-boggling diversity of insect life he finds near and far from home.
"Occasionally," he wrote, "I adopt an interesting local plant community, and spend serious time documenting the resident insects. In the last week or so, I’ve been looking at flowers and foliage in the Buhr Park meadows, by day and night."
The result is a gallery of photos of the many insects and spiders that visit the meadow or have taken up residence there. The photos with a white screen in the background were photographed at night when they were attracted to an illuminated white sheet stretched on a frame.
Among his finds were a couple specialists. Most everyone knows that a monarch caterpillar feeds only on milkweed. But there are a lot of other specialist insects out there.
David found a denticulate longhorned bee, which will look to the untrained eye like most any other bee, but whose larvae only eat the pollen of the boneset flower,
and an ironweed plume moth, whose caterpillars only feed on ironweed--a very tall, reddish wildflower that blooms this time of year.
Even if they lack the charisma of a monarch butterfly, knowing that there are insects that absolutely depend on this or that kind of plant brings new meaning to the work of planting and sustaining a meadow. Without boneset in the meadow, the denticulate longhorned bee would be out of luck.
Thanks to David for sharing his finds. Lucky is the meadow that gets adopted by an entomologist with a seasoned eye and the right kind of camera.
Note: For anyone in Princeton wanting to see a native meadow in full glory, I humbly nominate the detention basin at the bottom of the main parking lot at Smoyer Park, which is radiant now with the abundant yellows of goldenrods and partridge pea, the gold of Indian grass plumes, white clouds of late flowering thoroughwort, and reds of ironweed. Ripe for adoption by an entomologist.
For many years, I've been encouraging the Princeton Battlefield to extend its ethic of historical authenticity to its landscape. Not that my personal view held any sway, but with the arrival of the 250th, plans are now in place for that to happen.
For me, it began with a simple botanical observation. Why is the beautifully restored 18th century Clark House surrounded by a sprawling 20th century lawn and woodland edges choked by invasive Asian vines?
Annual volunteer days took on the bamboo and porcelainberry, but they tended to grow back. One small success was my skirmish with Mile-a-Minute vine, which was threatening to take hold along the borders.
Though a sprawling lawn worked great for flying kites, mowing such an expanse through many decades must have been quite a chore.
While George Washington's troops were victorious in 1777, the uber-invasive, nonnative porcelainberry mobbing the edges is clearly the current winner.
But change is now afoot. Centennials can stir people to action. For the Bicentennial in 1976, the Dogwood Garden Club planted dogwoods and daffodils, many of which ultimately were swallowed by the porcelainberry vines.
The approach for the 250th is less ornamental, and geared instead towards giving visitors a real sense of the landscape as it existed during the battle. That means recreating 18th century roads and fencelines, removing some trees that block vistas, planting an orchard, and hopefully shifting towards a more authentic flora. I'm hoping they save the hican tree and the 15/16th American chestnut we planted, but at least their existence will live on in this blog.
You can already see change in the reduced mowing.
Coming up in August will be a bioblitz, beginning 12-2 on Saturday, August 1, and continuing through the month. This means downloading the iNaturalist app to your phone, taking photos of plants you encounter at the Battlefield, and uploading them to iNaturalist. Then, over time, as 50 acres of mowed lawn will be reportedly restored to native meadow, we can track the botanical transformation.
I feel good about having documented the Battlefield's botanical life up to now, and look forward to witnessing the exciting transformations ahead.
Along with coffee, tea, and baked treats, this month's May's Cafe includes an 11am guided tour of the Barden, now in full mid-summer bloom at Herrontown Woods. Short for Botanical Art Garden, the Barden is an award-winning destination mixing art, whimsy, frog ponds, and native plant diversity. The tour is free and open to all.
This year's upgrades include a freshly painted gazebo and shed, a new cafe hut, and attractive planters.
The Barden hosts 160 species of native plants thriving in a forest opening.
In 2023, the Friends of Herrontown Woods won a Land Ethics Award for Best Community Effort from Bowman's Hill Wildflower Preserve.
Learn more about the Barden and its history at this link. May's Cafe's typically runs from 9:30 to 11:30 on the first Sunday of each month, at 600 Snowden Lane in Princeton, NJ.
This post spent a long time in the draft folder, and surfaces now only due to an email from QuietPrinceton, an organization that successfully lobbied for a partial ban on raucous gas-powered leafblowers. They are currently seeking a year-round ban, and in the meantime offer a list of "quiet landscapers" who use electric or hand tools rather than gas-powered.
Quiet is an elusive quality in a busy town. As light pollution cheats us of the stars, sound pollution cheats us of silence. It's all unintended, of course. No one's intentionally pointing lights at the night sky, or making noise just to bother people. Like so many things that profoundly affect our lives, noise is a byproduct--part of the collateral damage of everyday life. There's traffic noise on the streets that we expend unconscious energy to block from awareness, but the racket of mowers and leaf blowers in people's yards is impossible to ignore. A gas-powered leaf blower instantly obliterates whatever peace and quiet was to be had in the neighborhood.
That noise grows out of an attitude of suppression rather than nurturance. People are cared for by trained medical staff. Our kids are taught by knowledgeable teachers. But the landscapes around us are largely owned and tended by people who know little about nature. Nature is complex. To get to know it requires a long learning curve. Homeowners are busy, may find nature intimidating, even a little scary, and so are much relieved when a landscape crew will come each week and noisily reduce an oversized suburban yard to turf and a few trees and rounded shrubs. After the noise subsides and the dust settles, the simplicity and neatness is calming. But surely there is some alternative to this anti-nature approach to landscaping. After all, a walk in the woods, which is hardly neat and tidy, with trees dropping leaves and twigs wherever, is also said to be calming.
Unlike most homeowners, my sister Kathy in Cleveland has always taken great interest in her yard. She has cared for her vegetables and her flower beds, and her husband mowed the minimal patch of grass. When she recently decided it was time to get some help with her beautiful garden, the challenge was finding a landscape crew knowledgeable enough to tend complex plantings.
She found one, and they happened to stop by while I was visiting.
The sort of work needed to tend a garden with almost no lawn--planting, weeding, deadheading--is refreshingly quiet.
The body language of nurturance is strikingly different from those "mow, blow, and go" brigades stalking a yard with their noisy weaponry of suppression. This crew is trained to navigate the sometimes subtle difference between a weed and an intended plant.
Back in Princeton, where the nonprofit I lead tends to 150 acres of Princeton open space at Herrontown Woods, and another 80 at Autumn Hill, we find quiet tools so much more satisfying to use. Loppers, mostly, with a battery-powered weedwhacker, chainsaw, or hedgetrimmer occasionally coming out of the shed. In a world where one conflict begets another, it is calming to quietly tend to nature, each day an opportunity to collaborate, and to better understand and value nature's complexity.
Here are notes from some shop talk with the crew leader in Cleveland: He uses Tordon for stump treatments, and Finalsan--a low-toxicity spray for weeds.
Here are some images lingering in my mind and camera from days spent in the field in Herrontown Woods in July.
When the sun briefly shines through the canopy, illuminating life beneath the water's surface, you can look closely and see that one of these tadpoles is turning into a frog. Recent rains have kept the little vernal pool along the red trail well watered.
Here's a very tall victory for habitat restoration. Towering over our land steward Ninfa is a Tall Meadowrue, living up and up to its name, topped by a cloud of subtle white flowers. This part of the preserve previously was dominated by a massive three acre clone of tree-tackling wisteria that we have been steadily subduing.
The miniature flowers attract miniature bees--an oasis of tininess in our big big world.
Always a surprise to happen upon a box turtle hidden in the grass. Can anyone decode those hieroglyphics on its back.
The delight of happening upon a box turtle would not have been had if I hadn't been out there clipping off the hundreds of wisteria sprouts that still rise from the clone's massive root structure. Consistent cutting and treating of these shoots, which once climbed seventy feet into the canopy, will ultimately exhaust the wisteria's sprawling root system.
In the Barden, the bottlebrush buckeye flowers have been attracting a sphinx moth that looks and flies like a miniature hummingbird. It shifts from one flower to the next, probing for nectar with extraordinary precision.
Butterfly numbers have been down, but there was the pleasure of counting seven on a large buttonbush shrub in a raingarden uphill of Veblen House. By corralling runoff before it reaches the house, the raingarden feeds pollinator plants while keeping the basement dry.
If you have a garden, you may have some weed grasses that look like these: giant foxtail and barnyard grass. Pull them out before their seeds mature.
Some weeks ago, a mysterious "crack!" was heard near the Veblen garage. A minute later, another crack, then another. What was going on? Where was the sound coming from? Then a big red oak began to tilt slightly, then some more, until "SNAP!", the trunk broke off some six feet up from the ground, and the tree crashed down into the circular stone horse run. Why would a healthy looking, 100 foot tall tree topple over on a windless day?
These curious bits of sawdust, noticed a few days later, surely provide a clue. Could Ambrosia beetles do this to a tree?
Less unexpected are the puffballs that rise in front of Veblen House this time of year.
Up at the corner of Harrison Street and Franklin Ave, a large Ailanthus tree was cut down last year. Ailanthus altissima, or tree of heaven, is a nonnative tree, sometimes loved, sometimes reviled. It was one of several trees removed at the corner, to make room for new ones. Because this particular tree was not treated with systemic herbicide to kill the roots as part of the removal, the roots live on, and on, and on.
Here are sprouts soon after the tree was cut,
along with hundreds of others in the yard, nicely delineating the 60 foot reach of the roots, far beyond the dripline.
One year later, with new trees in place, the hundreds of Ailanthus root sprouts are as robust as ever. Hard to say whether the dieback in the newly planted redbud is due to toxins released by the Ailanthus roots (see comment section).
The lawn of this rental unit is occasionally cut, so in theory the Ailanthus root sprouts will get weaker year to year, but the delayed mowing is allowing the roots to gather sustaining energy.
Last year there were still enough of the invasive Spotted Lanternflies around to show up on the sprouts, but this year, none. (I've seen a total of one lanternfly thus far this year.) Since the lanternflies thrived on Ailanthus, they provided an additional excuse to remove these nonnative trees. This particular tree, however, is having a long afterlife.
This was my second encounter over the past couple weeks with a turtle crossing the road. I pulled over, put on my flashers, and was able to help the little box turtle cross the road in the direction it was facing. I resisted taking it with me to Herrontown Woods for show and tell.
An encounter one week earlier did not end so well. Driving on busy River Road, I saw a turtle ahead, halfway across my lane. I passed over it and pulled safely off the road about 100 feet further on, ready to go back and help it off the road. But more cars came, too closely packed to be able to react, and one ran it over.
I'll only show one of the turtle eggs that spilled out of the broken shell. I thought of incubating the eggs, but lack an incubator, and it turns out that the eggs have to be kept in their original orientation. Turn them upside down and the embryo drowns.
This troubling encounter raised multiple questions. Should I have stopped in my lane, before reaching the turtle, blocking traffic behind, put on my flashers, gotten out of the car and helped it across? The way people drive on River Road, that would have been risky.
Posting on our Salamander Crossing Brigade whatsapp group, I learned that the turtle was likely a red-eared slider, native to the southern U.S. but widely sold in the pet trade. When released outside of its range by pet owners, it will then compete with native species in local streams. Releasing an unwanted pet into the wild may seem humane, but does no favors to the local ecology--a particularly dramatic example being the Burmese pythons that have decimated mammals in the Florida Everglades. In a world focused on intentionality, so much of the damage done is indirect and unintentional.
A lingering question is how a female turtle manages to make room inside its shell for the eggs--each one an inch and a half long. It took a traumatic encounter for this most basic and obvious question to occur. As the eggs develop and take up more space, other organs compress, and the female eats less and takes smaller breaths.
Each spring in Herrontown Woods, from April through May, we take part in the Great Garlic Mustard Pull. That's the effort, replicated in yards and nature preserves throughout the eastern U.S., to pull garlic mustard (Alliaria petiolata) out of the ground before it goes to seed. This post explores the logic, toils and unexpected pleasures, as well as the strategies that can make this annual gardening task easier each year.
We pull this nonnative invasive plant, with its aroma of garlic and mustard, because the alternative is too much to bear. Left unchecked, garlic mustard can take over a woodland or garden, altering soil chemistry and smothering native species.
People pulling the flower stems are surprised to learn that other, lower-growing plants coating the ground are also garlic mustard. Two very different forms of the plant are present at the same time. Unlike most herbaceous plants that are either annuals or perennials, garlic mustard is a biennial. That means it grows a rosette the first year, storing energy in its roots--energy that will be used the second year to send up seed-bearing stalks. After the stalk blooms and the blooms turn to seed, the plant dies, leaving copious seed for future generations.
Gardeners are often fooled at first into leaving garlic mustard be. The flowers are modestly attractive, and as they fade and turn into siliques packed with seeds, the plant too fades politely into the background. But wait a month or two, and the flowering stems turn into brown, skeletal remains that haunt the summer garden. By the time the gardener notices this blight, the seeds have already dispersed.
Much is made of the plant being edible. Young leaves can be used to make pesto and other dishes. Our friend Kirsten used it to make delicious deviled eggs. But in most situations, the plant's powers of proliferation quickly overwhelm people's appetites.
And so we pull, and pull. That's Herrontown neighbor Philip Smit in the photo. The aim is to get every last one, to ultimately exhaust the soil's supply of seed. Only with zero tolerance will the task get easier year to year. Here is where technique and timing come into play. If you pull hastily, or when the soil is dry, you may get the stem but not the root. This is an incomplete victory. That root will sprout new seedstalks that then too must be pulled. So we "grab low and pull slow", ideally pulling after rain has softened the soil, and hope to get at least most of the roots. Either way, it's important to return a week or two later to check for any resprouts.
And what to do with the pulled stems, whose seeds could still potentially mature? Bagging them is a lot of work and wastes energy to have them hauled away. This year, we've been putting them in trash bins, then rolling them to a pile. In case any of the seeds mature, the pile is located where the seeds won't wash down the hill, so any seedlings will all be in one spot.
I've heard stories of gardeners who pulled year after year, and yet the garlic mustard continued to sprout anew. Where would the seed come from? We speculated that erosion from heavy rains, or the diggings of squirrels, could expose long buried seed.
But another cause could be these miniature plants I've been finding. We pull the bigger plants and think our work done, but no. A second and even a third pass is needed over the course of weeks, with an eye out for these tiny plants.
There can be pleasure in the task. These two visitors to the preserve joined in one day. Kids, too, take to the pulling, seeking out the white blooms as if it were an Easter egg hunt.
We're grateful that some students from Princeton University's Outdoor Action--Will Aepli, Quest Starkey, and Zach Duscorsky--worked with FOHW board member Ben Schaffer and me to clear garlic mustard from the Veblen House grounds and the Barden. Inge Regan, Moss Gordon, Ninfa and Andrew have helped with a larger patch in another woodland we're restoring, behind Windy Top.
Invasive species can seem an impossible challenge, but if the invasion is caught early, and the garlic mustard is completely removed year after year, the work we do to protect 230 acres of public open space at Herrontown Woods and Autumn Hill Reservation becomes a little easier, with some satisfaction and even pleasure in the task.
This year, we're getting more organized about planting and growing sunchokes. They are also called Jerusalem artichokes, which is a persistent name despite their not being artichokes and not being from Jerusalem. Instead, they are a native sunflower species, Helianthus tuberosus. As the latin name implies, they combine the height and glorious blooms of a sunflower with edible tubers that have a nutty flavor.
Sunchokes are super productive, but also spread aggressively underground, which means that they could easily take over your garden if not constrained. Thus the idea of planting them in big plant pots, and setting them on cardboard as further assurance that the roots won't sneak out the bottom of the pots and start spreading into the garden.
With good soil, sun, and water, you may end up in late fall with a tub packed with sunchoke tubers. Then the question is how to get them out of the heavy tub, a few at a time. The clever but untested answer I came up with years ago is to cut the dead stems in late fall, turn the tub over, then leave it upside down through the winter. Upside down, the tub becomes a cover that can be lifted whenever you want an artichoke to eat raw or cook. This year, it looks like we might get organized enough to see if this approach works.
Here's a plant pot filled with the harvest this spring from last year's big black tub. I expect that more attention and prep will, as in past years, yield far more.
My source for tubers has been the produce section of the Whole Earth Center in Princeton. There's another variety, with reddish, more linear tubers, that I also have. Both taste good.
The journey of this blogpost began with a curious lone tree found standing along Nassau Street in late winter. I had passed by this spot many times, oblivious to what has long been there, tucked away in a courtyard.
Perhaps 20 feet tall and all knobby at the ends, the tree's silhouette looks more like something you'd see in Joshua Tree National Park than downtown Princeton, New Jersey. And those stubs of branches sticking out look more like a way to keep pigeons away than launchpads for new growth.
Though I have yet to inquire, it looks like someone cuts this tree each year at the same spot, so that it will stay the same size and not outgrow its confined space in the courtyard. Anyone who has traveled to Europe has likely seen this radical pruning of trees. Is this a form of torture or a clever and sustainable means of manipulating growth?
Meanwhile, in my front yard, there's a native shrub called buttonbush that began to outgrow the spot where I planted it. Fortunately, buttonbush flowers on new growth, so you can cut it down as far as you want each winter and still get abundant flowers for pollinators in the summer.
Here's what it looked like before I cut all those long stems off to get it back to a manageable size next to the sidewalk.
I pruned another one in the backyard even more radically--almost down to a stump. And those long shoots I cut off, gathered on the right side of the photo? Those I use as "live stakes" to create new shrubs in the nature preserve we take care of, Herrontown Woods. Buttonbush, like the native silky dogwood and elderberry, has the wonderful quality of sprouting roots when pushed down into moist ground in late winter. Clip the above ground portion down to a couple nodes, where leaves will sprout. Easiest and cheapest new shrub ever, as long as you water it during droughts and protect it from the deer.
My radical pruning, then, serves two purposes. It keeps the shrub small, and produces a crop of highly useful live stakes for propagation.
By harvesting these live stakes, I was practicing a form of radical, recurrent pruning that dates back thousands of years, was once common worldwide, and has a name: pollarding. I've written about it before (see links below), but decided to cruise the internet in search of more info.
What I found were some delightful short videos produced in Norway that tell the story of pollarding and a related practice, coppicing, in a way that changed my view of Europe's relationship to nature. You see, I have long thought of Native Americans as being the ones who managed the land in a way that promoted biodiversity. Lacking saws and sharp axes, they primarily used fire--the low-level variety that I like to call mildfire--to open up canopies and promote lush growth of useful plants in the understory. Mildfires promoted the growth of fire-resistant, food-producing trees like chestnut and oak, while opening the canopy enough to allow sunlight to drive production of edible herbaceous plants and berry-producing shrubs like blueberries. These managed forests were likely far more productive and diverse than our dense "untouched" forests that may work for some species, but whose deep shade limits what can grow in the understory.
What I didn't realize, in this elevation of Native Americans as ecologically minded land managers, was that Europeans also had ancient ways of managing land that promoted biodiversity. Watch these animated 4-minute videos and you'll learn that the farmers' practices of radical pruning known as pollarding and coppicing allowed trees to live long and productive lives while also allowing sunlight to reach more diminutive but equally important plants. Coppicing and pollarding even proved beneficial for insects and birds.
The videos evoke a time when culture was married to local nature. There was an enduring relationship, a give and take. Year after year, for decades growing into centuries, farmers would tend to the trees. Unlike a typical forest today, in which most of the sunlight feeds growth far beyond reach, pollarding kept the trees' productive canopies closer to the ground, kept the branches smaller and easily cut so that the leaves could be fed to animals and the branches used for tools, poles, and firewood. To work, pollarding depends on consistent tending--a hardwired connection between people and nature.
Though I still encounter that hardwired connection in some people, more common is a relationship to nature that is distant, fleeting, and abstract--more aspirational than actual. Organized gatherings to plant a tree or a raingarden tend to be like one night stands, with little or no followup to insure that whatever was planted actually survives. While we import sustenance and lumber from distant lands, the local trees are called upon to provide services that are more sensory and psychological: to cool our air, heal our souls, and somehow miraculously compensate for our relentless injections of additional carbon dioxide into the atmosphere through tailpipes and chimneys. So disconnected is the economy from local trees that, when they are cut down, trees are immediately ground into woodchips, ironically expediting the return of their sequestered carbon to the atmosphere.
As the videos show, pollarding in past centuries not only made tree canopies accessible and useful. Harvesting branches in a grove of pollarded trees every 10-15 years allowed sunlight to reach the ground and power the growth of diverse understory species. Though we allow trees to grow naturally in local woodlands, we have limited our open space to only two options: the land is either a forest or a field, no inbetween. The inbetween is what would have been more common historically, when fire was allowed to play its ecological role in creating a mosaic of old-growth and younger landscapes. Pollarding appears to have been a way to replicate a more natural, ecologically diverse mosaic while directly sustaining a human community.
Now, if you check in with an American arborist about pollarding, you'll likely get a negative spin. Here's an informative example from Oregon of an American approach to tree care that promotes useful interventions like weight reduction, crown thinning, crown raising, and crown reduction. These methods of pruning preserve a tree's naturalistic growth patterns and shape. The practice of pollarding is also mentioned, but is placed at the bottom, and criticized as stressful for the tree, unnatural, unsustainable, unappealing, and leading to weak branch structure, instability and shorter lifespan.
This negative take on pollarding in the U.S. conflicts with the descriptions in the videos, which tell of coppiced or pollarded trees living for many hundreds of years and proving more resilient in storms. It also conflicts with my experience in North Carolina. When a hurricane swept through it was the pollarded willow oak that proved most resilient. Its many thin flexible branches swayed in the intense winds, while more naturally growing willow oaks with their bulky frames and massive canopies proved vulnerable. The trauma inflicted by that storm caused me to view natural-growing trees in our neighborhood differently--still as generous beauties but also as wild, untamed beasts we allow to grow amongst our houses.
As described in the videos, success in pollarding and coppicing depends not only on consistent care but also on the kind of tree. For coppicing, the video mentions European hornbeam, linden, chestnut, and hazel (Carpinus betulus, Tilia sp., Castanea sativa, Corylus avellana). There are American parallels to these: ironwood, basswood, chestnut (at least in the past), and hazelnut. For pollarding, another source suggests willows, London plane tree (related to our sycamore), American basswood, elms, and mulberries.
A culture such as ours, distracted and disconnected from nature, is not likely to foster healthy pollarded groves of trees like the farmers on the hillsides of Norway. But in a town where the open space movement was founded by a man whose last name comes from a farm in Norway, Oswald Veblen, it's worth demonstrating these forgotten methods of collaborating with nature. The sprout-happy buttonbush and a lonely tree on Nassau St are a good start.
Though the high ground in northern Princeton known as the Princeton ridge may not live up to the "mountain" in Mountain Lakes and Mount Lucas Road, that igneous upwelling 200 million years ago makes for some fascinating geology underpinning the town.
On Sunday morning, May 3, at 11am, Laurel Goodell and grad students Theo Green and Josh Isaacs of Princeton University’s Department of Geosciences will lead a geology walk at Herrontown Woods. They'll explain the origins of the many diabase boulders, the presence of magnetic rocks, and other special features. We may even hear about the weather and soil station installed years back at the Barden. In honor of Earthday, the walk will be free.
Preceding the walk, starting at 9:00am, will be the monthly May's Cafe with coffee, tea, and baked treats at the Botanical Art Garden ("Barden") in Herrontown Woods at 600 Snowden Lane.
Adding to the creativity and fun at the cafe, artist and FOHW board member Hope VanClef will host a workshop, in which participants can decorate tiles that will become part of a Community Collage. Follow the link to sign up.
The municipal website mentions fruits and nuts in the bears' diet, and some of the seeds in this scat look a lot like pawpaw seeds. The pawpaws are starting to drop to the ground in our two pawpaw patches near Veblen House.
