
I'm sitting at the window looking out into Black Fox Hollow. Of course my eyes are attracted to the little blue flags that mark the new trees in the hollow. That's because six of those flags are for trees that I just planted yesterday. I knew that the rain was coming and I'm lucky to have them all in. We return west next week. We've been working to find under-story trees and large trees that will be able to replace our big mature trees when their time comes. In the succession of a temperate deciduous forest we have a mix of the last two stages - mature forest (oak, hickory) and climax forest (beech, sugar maple). Fortunately we are more in the mature forest succession which will hopefully give us time. We do have one elder beech, but most of these last succession trees are still young. Of course Pamela and I won't see the fruits of this labor of love in our life-time, but if we are followed by people who will continue to protect this patch of forest, that seems to be more and more surrounded by the starkness of suburban sprawl, we will be happy.

The county agent, who gave our trees a clean bill of health, said that he wouldn't be surprised if our depression isn't an entrance to a nearby cave that has filled in. He knows that it goes under the school less than two-hundred yards away. There are a few deep, dark holes that make us wonder. Actually, if it is a hidden entrance, it most likely connects to the famous Mammoth Cave. The Mammoth Cave National Park is less than sixty miles from here. Black Fox Hollow sits right in the heart of the Western Pennyroyal Karst area. Our magnificent limestone outcroppings attest to this. Digging in the hollow is anything but fun. If you don't hit rock you hit tree roots. In attempting to plant one of the Eastern Red Buds I had to try three times. But I wouldn't give up a single rock or root.
Given the privilege of protecting this parcel of natural history is what keeps me sane as we return twice a year to visit family in the over-populated eastern US where you can not drive anywhere without being in sight of human influence.
Given the privilege of protecting this parcel of natural history is what keeps me sane as we return twice a year to visit family in the over-populated eastern US where you can not drive anywhere without being in sight of human influence.