I had the opportunity to host a book event with Joan Maloof at the 18th century former tavern where I live in Carlisle, MA. We packed the the biggest room in the house with a great group, including some superb local naturalists. Joan held forth in front of a roaring fire and kept everyone enthralled. Earlier that day I took Joan to some choice trees in a less well traveled pat of Estabrook Woods. We certainly walked in the footsteps of Thoreau, a narrow north/south esker we visited is the only way through an old red maple swamp. A cellar hole just north of the esker was mentioned and named by Thoreau in his writings on Estabrook. Which reminds me, during Joan's talk it felt as if we'd summoned the spirit of Thoreau, Emerson and Dickinson (borrowed from her Amherst solitude for the night). In some ways nothing has changed, it takes people gathering together to speak eloquently about what is important, to share critical information, to inspire, and to go back out into the world and fight the good fight.
Joan Maloof visiting an old Yellow Birch in Estabrook Woods
Joan pointing out a Frullania species liverwort on the bark of the birch
The next evening Joan spoke at the Arnold Arboretum, again an excellent presentation and great group of people.