Post #2567241
2026-05-14 17:12 UTC
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@idzie@kolektiva.social 2026-05-14 17:27
I'll start: I live surrounded by sugar and silver maples, eastern hemlock and balsam poplar, occasional stands of shagbark hickory and yellow birch. At just slightly higher elevations and sandier, rockier soil, the eastern white pines thrive. In spring the woods are filled with red and white trilliums, and yellow trout lilies, and the vernal pools sing with spring peepers, wood frogs, and boreal chorus frogs. Beavers and muskrats populate the marshes, ponds, and lakes. Three species of terns can be seen along the major rivers--common, Caspian, and black--along with six species of swallows--tree, cliff, bank, barn, northern rough-winged, and purple martins. Where am I?
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@schluff@norden.social 2026-05-14 17:34
@idzie@kolektiva.social "(with words!)" :blobcatgoogly:
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@peregrine@mastodon.peregrinecross.com 2026-05-14 18:35
@idzie@kolektiva.social that sounds like New Hampshire to me
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@alexhaist@wandering.shop 2026-05-14 18:38
@idzie@kolektiva.social I live in the wake of melted glaciers that carved the landscape into hills and valleys rife with their rocky debris. The trees around me are relatively young, white pines and red maples with scattered hickories and oaks, grown from land cleared for farms then abandoned. The undergrowth is lush and scattered with laurels, spicebush, and blueberries, with carpets of wintergreen, ferns, and sedges.
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@trachelipus@masto.ai 2026-05-14 18:45
@idzie@kolektiva.social The soil is sandy loam mixed with granite cobbles left by glaciers. The ecosystem has shifted radically over the years. Originally forests managed by controlled burns, then cleared for farming, now returned to mixed species: oaks, pine, red & sugar maple, shadbush & clethra sometimes found in the understory, asters every fall. No teasel. Deer, wild turkeys, and even bobcats are returning. Possums are moving in as winters warm. The original wolves have been replaced by hybrid wolf-coyotes.
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@CedarTea@social.coop 2026-05-14 18:59
@idzie@kolektiva.social I live on the sandy shores of a great freshwater sea. Small rivers carve meandering paths through the glacier-flattened sandy loam soils. The river bottoms are choked with eastern white cedar navigated by nimble kingfishers, and the uplands hold sugar bushes and spring ephemerals where they haven't been cleared for cash crops and dairies. Some spots were too wet and wild to drain, so settlers left intact impressive tangles of flooded timber and wetlands full of blue herons and sandhill cranes.
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@danmccullough@ecoevo.social 2026-05-14 19:30
@idzie@kolektiva.social I live in a sannàkkômuk (“difficult district”) named so by Indigenous peoples for its many swamps, ravines, gneiss deposits, and steep creeks. Nearby trees are mainly hemlock with various types of birches taking over via succession. Native plants include mountain laurel, ferns, and raspberries. Mammals are well represented with black bears, porcupines, and black squirrels. Many forest loving warblers migrate here. Fireflies light up the night while katydids provide the soundtrack.
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@rancholibertad@climatejustice.social 2026-05-14 20:15
@idzie@kolektiva.social I reside within a corralada (fence) of mountains, which hang dusty blue at sunset and sunrise. The valley splays out in a vast expanse of pioneering creosote against light-colored sand, and in the broad valley it is deceptively void of life. In amongst the desert saltbrush, creosote, and sacred datura however are small holes dotting the dry landscape from which at dusk and dawn emerge the crepuscular residents of this land: ground squirrels of many varieties, jackrabbits, and burrowing owls. Within the expansive, craggy mountains however lives white sage, lavender, tobacco and brilliant smoketrees which seem to glow purple after rains. In summer, bats flit about the mesquite at night devouring insects while in the winter the lone song of a great white owl can sometimes be heard.
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@hydropsyche@ecoevo.social 2026-05-14 20:21
@idzie@kolektiva.social I live in a verdant, fecund place with rolling red clay hills covered in white oaks, tulip poplars, and pignut hickories (and century-old human planted pecans). The understory is filled with mountain laurel, buckeye, azaleas, and dogwoods. Among them hop the brown thrashers and Eastern towhees, and ruby throated hummingbirds visit the flowers. We are in the shadow of a monzonite dome monadnock covered with loblolly pines struggling to hang on. Diamorpha blooms red in shallow depressions.
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@CorvidCrone@kolektiva.social 2026-05-14 21:07
@idzie@kolektiva.social I live by an international port under the eye of a snowcapped volcano, surrounded by pine trees, where the crows, seagulls, and dark eyed juncos live year-round and the hummingbirds visit every spring and summer. The summer days are so much longer than the winter days that seasonal circadian rhythms conflict with modern expectations of maintaining the same hours year-round. The sky is often painted with grey clouds, but on clear days the sky turns a brilliant blue. Coyotes roam freely and deer walk between the shadows of the trees. With the mountains to my back, I look across the ocean.
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@wanderinghermit@mindly.social 2026-05-15 00:24
@idzie@kolektiva.social I live on top of a steep ridge of millions-years-old volcanic rocks; the ground is littered with sharp chunks and boulders of rock, where rattlesnakes snooze in the noonday sun. There are precious few inches of soil over fractured bedrock. I'm in a saddle, there are steep rocky hills to the east and west. Because of the ridge-top location, the wind is a constant presence and an old friend, whistling around the corners of the house. The dominant plant species is juniper, interspersed with smaller thorny bushes of honey mesquite. In between are grasses and an assortment of small cacti, seasonal wild flowers, and the dreaded tumbleweed. The sky overhead is nearly always a deep clear blue, in which red-tailed hawks soar, ravens cavort, and turkey vultures perform cleanup duty. Wildlife abounds. Mule deer and javelina are frequent visitors, making it nearly impossible to grow roses because both species consider roses to be a delicacy. Less common are the occasional coyotes, foxes, ringtail, coatimundi, bobcat, mountain lion, and black bears. A range of dark mountains lies to the west, about 10 miles distant. In the winter they might be dusted with snow, in any changing weather they attract a mantle of clouds with attendant lightning and rain. I like it here.