Now in our 68th year - Dedicated to Protecting, Preserving and Promoting
The interests of The Eloise Butler Wildflower Garden and Bird Sanctuary
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Selected from the many species in, or historical to, the Garden.
Link on name goes to more information and photos of this plant.
A look at Those valuable Birches and their past and present history in the Wildflower Garden.
When to go out, my nurse doth wrap
Me in my comforter and cap;
The cold wind burns my face, and blows
Its frosty pepper up my nose.
Black are my steps on silver sod;
Thick blows my frosty breath abroad;
And tree and house, and hill and lake,
Are frosted like a wedding cake.
"Hope and the future for me are not in lawns and cultivated fields, not in towns and
cities, but in the impervious and quaking swamps. When, formerly, I have analyzed my
partiality for some farm which I had contemplated purchasing, I have frequently found
that I was attracted solely by a few square rods of impermeable and unfathomable bog—
a natural sink in one corner of it. That was the jewel which dazzled me. I derive more of
my subsistence from the swamps which surround my native town than from the
cultivated gardens in the village”
Henry Thoreau from Walking, 1862