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Into the welcoming woods we go, Careful and quiet, watchful and slow, With only the birds to sing us along, And only the trees to say we belong, Trusting the path to lead us aright, Praising the sun for giving us light, And when we tally the silence we sought, We’ll have as much as the silence we brought.   Henry's books .   If you would like Drovers Gap blog delivered directly to your email inbox, click here . NOTE TO SUBSCRIBERS: Feedburner has announced they will no longer facilitate new e-mail subscriptions. Although they say current e-mail feeds will function "indefinitely." You may wish to switch your subscription to Follow.it. You can sign up with this link . You may have already received an e-mail invitation from Follow.it to confirm your subscription. 

Holly...

I don't know how old Holly (aka Ilex opaca) actually is, although judging by his girth, he was probably here when the house was built in 1893. He's obviously lived a hard life. When Holly was a lot younger, somebody girdled him with wire or chain. He's probably still carrying it somewhere behind that scar.

Yes, Holly is a male. He doesn't produce berries, but the bees love his flowers just the same and throng him every spring. For a week or so, their humming fills the air dawn to dusk.

Lady Holly stands about thirty feet away. She's smaller, perhaps somewhat younger. Maybe some sympathetic human thought Holly looked lonely, and put her there.

 

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