Over time, my site has changed phenologically. It began lush in the early fall and is now beginning to return to this state after being void of visible life for a few months. I didn’t notice any human or storm-caused changes.
I have become familiar with my spot by noticing the large fallen pine tree that stretches across the brook and the other downed wood that lays in that area. I also consider the sugar maple that I often climb to be a significant landmark.
Culture is intertwined with this natural area because this spot has a path running on either side of it. The one that I use to access it, and the other one that runs on the far side of the river. Also, this being my phenology spot intertwines the space with culture, as I use it for my education.
I do consider myself to be a part of my place, but only when I am there. When I sit on my favorite log and observe all that is going on, I do feel connected to it. I don’t have a deep enough connection to this spot to consider myself to be a part of it when I am not there, but there are many other places in my life where I do.
