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The crew is back on the trail. On Sunday, February 19, the GLT’s Youth Conservation Corps spent the afternoon making trail improvements at the GLT’s Dismal Brook Wildlife Preserve in North Granby
Join the Granby Land Trust for a sunrise hike on Saturday, June 3, as part of Connecticut Trails Day. See the sun rise from Scarlet Tanager Lookout on the GLT’s Schlicht Family Preserve.
Despite the damage from fallen trees, the March snowstorms brought a quiet beauty to Mcleans.
Invasives are the opposite of rare. A third of all the vegetation in the northeast hails from Asia, according to native plant scientist Dr. Doug Tallamy.
By the end of April, or earlier in warm years like this one, common wild blue violets provide early spring color, both in our yards and on the forest floor. The yellow violet is an uncommon treat, like a tiny ray of sunshine amid the brown leaves and winter duff.
Last fall, in addition to placing a permanent conservation easement on 277 of the 312 acres of Granby’s own Holcomb Farm, the Town updated and extended its relationship with the Friends of Holcomb Farm.
We all want our gardens to look lush and full of showy flowers. Pollinators want the same thing, but for a different reason. They need an ongoing buffet of food rather than a pleasingly beautiful garden.
On Earth Day Weekend , April 21-23, the Granby Land Trust (GLT) will again take part in the Great Global Cleanup®, a worldwide campaign to remove billions of pieces of trash from neighborhoods, beaches, rivers, lakes, trails and parks — reducing waste and plastic pollution, improving habitats, and preventing harm to wildlife and humans.
It doesn’t seem like it now but spring will be here before you know it. If you love to garden, but don’t have a garden spot at home, the Granby Community Garden might be just the place for you.
Back when we lived high up in the Vermont hills, one of the first signs of Spring was the chorus of spring peepers in March. The jingle-like sound of their mating calls echoed up from the marsh a mile below us.