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Thursday, 2 September 2021

Picnic under the birches

Birch trees with their grey/white trunks make a pretty setting any time of year. However, the shade provided on a hot day is reason enough to have a picnic under birch trees. Besides, the leaves trembling to the breeze create a sound I love to hear and can imagine later as I fall asleep. Birches are a wonder of nature.





We have found several stands of birches on Prince Edward Island and my husband and I visited one recently in Green Park in the northwest part of the island. Of course a picnic was in order and we sat in the birch-provided shade on a hot day with the wind blowing through the branches. Perfect.


While we ate, we watched the fishing grounds in the inlet across from our location. 




There, fishers went about their day at the mussels beds. 





On the far side of the inlet, the floats of the oyster beds were visible on the surface of the water. 





Below the water, cages of oysters hang from each float where they are left to grow until October. Then the floats are sunk and cages fall to the sea floor as ice covers the inlet. The floats are drained in the spring, oysters checked for growth and redistributed to cages and hung from floats for another season. Three years growth produces marketable oysters. 


After lunch we walked along the shoreline where the erosion is obvious. 





The birches and other trees are falling into the sea at an alarming rate. It is sad to see these trees disappear down over the bank as the rich red soil is washed away. 





Camp cabins along one area of the shoreline are available for overnight rental in the privately run part of the park. Some people like these better than a tent for camping. 





Two Greater Yellowlegs walked ahead of us along the beach 




and Tall White Asters almost two meters high lined the trail back to the car. 




Overhead, the Mountain Ash trees were full of berries, known as dogberries in my native Newfoundland.




Time at Green Park is good for the spirit.