Onion Cap

The loggers are here at the Winthrop place.

First came a pickup truck that plowed out a big part of the meadow next to the forest.  A skidder arrived a week later with some logging maw attached to the front of it and chains on the big-lugged tractor tires.  Then the plowed yard suddenly filled with all manner of machinery for cutting, skinning, and stacking logs.  Now there is a big mess of branches, stacks of logs, several parked machines, and the pervasive smell of cut trees.

It is a veritable massacre of trees back there behind the house,  One day soon I shall walk up there to see what has happened and breathe in the sharp smell of sap and wood and sawdust, where I sat in the woods and waited for deer just a few months ago.