The clay plain

On the clay plain (Credit: Celia Her City)

In the middle of the Harbert Preserve is a plain where few trees grow.  In the summer the soil is chalky, cracked.  In the winter, it is a fine slippery clay on whose paths water collects.  The preserve has wetlands and an oak grove, too, but I think the clay plain is my favorite.  Each of its tiny evergreens seems remarkable, and I imagine the beautiful porcelain that a visionary could conjure out of its ground.

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