It’s Mulchfest weekend, but someone in the ‘hood thinks like I do.

Ὦ ξεῖν’, ἀγγέλλειν Λακεδαιμονίοις ὅτι τῇδε
κείμεθα, τοῖς κείνων ῥήμασι πειθόμενοι.
Starting out from Brooklyn, an amateur naturalist explores our world.
As John Burroughs said, “The place to observe nature is where you are.”
It’s Mulchfest weekend, but someone in the ‘hood thinks like I do.

Ὦ ξεῖν’, ἀγγέλλειν Λακεδαιμονίοις ὅτι τῇδε
κείμεθα, τοῖς κείνων ῥήμασι πειθόμενοι.
But where’s the yellow crime scene tape?
It was stolen.
Or they ran out because there were so many other victims.
You could cut a small branch, remove the bark and make a barometer (or more probably an hygrometer). Sigmund Freud would have liked it. http://www.trekearth.com/gallery/North_America/Canada/Central/Quebec/Legardeur/photo663814.htm.
This leads to the fascinating question: is wood ever dead, or, as Google translate might put it, Ne bois jamais mourir?
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