Spring is here, visit Pisgah
Editor of the Reformer:
Most of the snow has melted in Pisgah State Park and the silence of winter is now replaced with bird song and the robust chorus of amphibian mating calls. Spring is also presenting itself throughout the woods. Ground covers are some of the first to greet us, reappearing as the snow melts away. Looking as though pressed between the pages of a book, fronds of ferns emerge, scattered across the forest floor. Another common sight are the club mosses Perhaps one of the most familiar is the princess pine, aptly named, as it looks a great deal like a very small pine tree. Other club mosses you are likely to come upon in the acidic-loving forests they prefer, are the ground cedar, very reminiscent of a cedars greenery, and both the running and bristly club mosses single, upright stems running along the ground. There are a number of interesting characteristics of the club mosses There ability to survive the winter months is due to a substance similar to antifreeze. They also have their own vascular system, which, unlike a "true" moss, they are not dependent on external moisture, helping them survive dry periods. Fortunately for these little ground covers, they have a substance that, when chewed by grazing herbivores, emits a bitter taste, making them unappetizing.
Other greenery to be found are the broad leaf evergreens and their small counterparts, partridge berry and wintergreen. The partridge berry is the smaller of the two, with more distinct yellow-white veins on the leaves. Red berries can still be found on some of the plants, if they haven’t been eaten by various critters. Both will present small white flowers come July. The partridge berry has two white, hairy flowers while the winterberry has white, sometimes pinkish, bell-shaped flowers. The winterberry leaves, as well as the flowers, have a distinct wintergreen scent and flavor.
The golden thread, named for it’s golden root, which was used by the Native Americans to ease a toothache.
One of the first wildflowers to grace the forested landscape, taking advantage of the open canopy, is the bloodroot, so named for it’s blood-red juice, once used as a dye and face paint by Native Americans. Their foliage often wraps around the stem of the flower, as though hugging itself, only to open up after flowering. You can find bloodroot along the Old Chesterfield Road as you wander down into the Park from the Horseshoe Parking lot. Soon after the bloodroot is done blooming, purple trillium will follow.
I have touched upon just a few of the delights that await your discovery as you travel through the woods. It’s a great time to enjoy the forested landscape because one thing that is not in great evidence, yet, are the bugs.
Chesterfield, N.H., April 18,
Editor of the Reformer:
In the same weekend edition of the Reformer that included a letter to the editor about Thursday’s "no-nothing" grammatical error your sports section featured the headline "Games postponed do to manhunt." With the understanding that all newspapers have cut staffing for economic reasons perhaps more effort has to be made by those who are still employed to see that the paper can cut down on these kinds of egregious errors.
Also -- could you either buy your sports department a new camera or teach them how to make better quality photos with the one they have. Many of the department’s sports photos as reproduced in the Reformer are so technically poor as to be beyond embarrassing.
Newfane, April 19
Why I’m afraid
Editor of the Reformer:
I have been reviewing a recent op-ed that highlights the adult abuse crisis and the sluggishness of Adult Protective Services ("The crisis is not over for abused adults," April 15). The writing disheartens me because I am a disabled maltreatment victim from 2011. Educated, credentialed health workers accused me of exaggerating my disability and chose to maltreat me physically and mentally in order to "motivate" me to do what I was unable to do. A Multiple Sclerosis advocate suggested that I report to APS, but I did not because I knew about their "do-nothing" attitude. I also perceived that the health workers had back-up connections that would enable them to wrongly discredit me. They were already discrediting me by labeling my severe physical pain as a mental health issue.
This experience has taught me that elderly and disabled people have good reasons to be afraid. Forget the assumption that only dysfunctional relatives or low-on-the-totem-pole workers perpetrate abuse. Sometimes it is the highly educated and seemingly trustworthy among us who commit the horrors.
Brattleboro, April 19