Life will not be denied is a cry that goes up with some regularity at the End of the Road, often because some weedy thing is trying to get the better of me. But sometimes . . .
there is an example of how nature simply abhors a vacuum. Earlier this year I posted about the acres of invasive yellow flags that grew in an abandoned beaver pond. Then, during the summer the dam gave way.
Stinky water rushed out, undermining part of the road, carrying debris down the road, down the stream on the other side of the road and into the millpond in the Dell. The road crew had their work cut out for them.
All that was left of the beaver pond was the exposed beaver lodge, something one rarely gets to see, long submerged branches and muck. The stream that fed the pond continued to trickle across the empty pond bed.
Now the drained beaver pond is reverting to something like a meadow. I fear this will just give the invasive yellow flags more room to spread.