It is a beautiful mild day; the sky is again that stunning blue that one sees only in winter. The woods were very wet and quite dark, but the treetops were bathed in sun. In contrast, the understory had to bear not only the weight of the original snowfall, but all the snow that had been shed by the upper layer of the forest, so the stems least capable of it had to carry the greatest load. There's a moral or political lesson here.
A surprising number of slender hardwoods were bent over, though they had no leaves to carry the snow. The low sun shot shafts of light through every break in the canopy--very pretty. Everywhere the sun's rays reached, the snow was melting, so there was a constant glitter as the droplets fell through shadow and light. Below you can see the result: the tall, strong trees, hogging the sun, refuse to carry their fair share of ice and snow, forcing their underlings to do their work. . . .
It is a beautiful mild day; the sky is again that stunning blue that one sees only in winter. The woods were very wet and quite dark, but the treetops were bathed in sun. In contrast, the understory had to bear not only the weight of the original snowfall, but all the snow that had been shed by the upper layer of the forest, so the stems least capable of it had to carry the greatest load. There's a moral or political lesson here.
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