There was a time when that would be nothing unusual. Then the tiny little Woolly Adelgid came and killed entire groves of giant one hundred foot tall hemlock trees.
When I arrived in 2007 the infestation was at its peak. The massive trees were sick and dying dozens at a time. We lost two mature groves on this small patch of land. Five trees close to the resident gardeners house were treated with the neonicotinoid imidacloprid and saved.
The rest died and have been slowly crashing to the ground. The forest is a shambles where the hemlocks once stood. You just know that makes my maintenance gardener self crazy.
In the last two years I have noticed a change. Hemlock trees with even one surviving branch were looking perky and greener. That one remaining branch was starting to grow. The tell tale white woolly of the adelgid was gone. The smallest trees were the ones that had been spared. A few escaped mostly intact. Now they are growing again.
This is likely the result of the release of the adelgid predator beetle becoming established in the environment. I have read that there is a fifteen to twenty year supply of hemlock seeds in the soil. If the predator control worked, the hemlocks would come back in time. Without really looking I spotted one tiny hemlock seedling amid all the destruction.
I had not wandered into the forest to look at hemlock trees. On a grey and foggy day in the barren time, that long lost evergreen couldn't be missed.
I wandered into the forest looking for rocks, white rocks in particular that I think are a quartzite. Someone I know is getting a box of rocks for Christmas.
The bad news is there are plenty of the white quartzite rocks down there in the forest. I have no idea what, but I see another art project in my future.
It is written in the stone.
The earth told me it will be just fine. I have lived through eons of destruction. The question is, does mankind want to stick around for the ride?
Life comes and goes in many forms. Life is permanent. The form is not.