In May 2011, after four years of life on McNutt's Island, we moved to Montreal. This blog remains, though, as a (sort of) daily record of our time on the island, and a winding path for anyone who would like to meander about among its magical places. For additional perspectives and insights I recommend Greg's book, Island Year: Finding Nova Scotia (2010), and my Bowl of Light (2012). I'll continue to post once in a while. If you do want to read this blog, one option would be to begin at the beginning of it (which is, as we all know, in blog-world, at the end), and read forward, concluding with the most recent entry. It's a journal, really, so it does makes more sense if you read it that way. But, you know, read it any way you like.

Friday, April 9, 2010

The secret history of spruce

It's amazing to look inside a tree. Of course you can only do it afterwards, if you know what I mean. 
Here you can watch a tree grow from a scrawny sapling, year by year, into the substantial tree it became before Greg cut it down. This tree was a seedling in 1960, more or less.  
Some kind of insect made its home deep inside this tree. A happy insect, I imagine.
And here is the story of how, long ago, two young trees met and fell in love. They probably had a lot in common. Eventually they grew together until it was hard to tell one from the other. But later they split up.

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