The leaves on the hardwoods in Centennial woods are nearly just a memory. The Norway Maples that dominate much of the woods are barely holding on to most of their yellow leaves. Much of the woods are in “stick season”, to refence my favorite piece of Vermont vernacular. The ground, when not frozen, is muddy and wet, and I would recommend proper boots to anyone trying to spend time here this time of year. The small dirt slope to reach my sit-spot is actually quite perilous in these conditions, so if you’re planning a visit make sure the ground is frozen. The leaf litter with the moisture has formed it’s own layer, and I wouldn’t be surprised if decomposers like worms, pillbugs, and termites are taking advantage of these conditions. Animal life is certainly more scarce, with less small mammals scurrying from place to place and almost no birds to account for. Since starting this assignment, I have most enjoyed the connection I’ve made with this place in centennial woods. I’ve began to feel a sense of familiarity with my sit-spot and Centennial woods, and I think that it is similar in my heart to some of my sit-spots in my hometown. I am very grateful for Centennial Woods and my time within it has inspired me to connect to more places.
