A symbolic start at any rate. Thanksgiving Day, 2015. The family (Douglas, Thomson, Molly, Ellen, Meo, Doco, plus Chris and Julia) walked up the field to the creek and grove behind "Aunt Heather's tree". There we found tamarack, Douglas fir, birch, and cedar cones and seeds. We climbed up the logging haul-line to "Sandy's flat". Thinking that the flat might one day be a field, we planted our seeds on the ridge to the lake side. Wonderful elk-dropping fertilizer. Likely a symbolic planting because, as Julia says, the time to gather evergreen seeds from cones is in September. So the ones we gathered are likely dried up and "dead", but still …
Earlier, in August, before we had any hope that the forest would be "our" land, Lily (with Rachel, Ing-Marie and me) planted about nine acorns that Lily had brought from Quebec, at intervals along the clear-cut from above the clay house to the cedar swamp. Also symbolic, I expect, but a start. Next year ...
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