I got a whiff of that project this afternoon. This here beaut is that tall blue lettuce I just posted on the other day – the one that grows up to 15 feet tall, but is named for its teensy blue stamens.
The seeds of the lone fertilized jack-in-the-pulpit left to me – the others were destroyed by the Irene flooding – are ripening.
This one has been at the party a bit longer. All of ‘em are open.
I don’t know what kind specifically this is - – there are many to the nth kinds of asters. Some day!
No clue who this next one one is. Stay tuned. Behaves like an aster, but suspiciously yellow.
Here’s a common evening primrose – the petals are the ones who look at their watches and leave the party at 8:45 pm. The stigma and stamens are going to be up all night:
I came across a Virginia creeper-type vine that I’ve heretofore ignored (so don’t quote me on that ID), much to my chagrin, because look what it’s been doing lately:
I’ve seen this strategy before, in the anemones. Little spiky clusters.
One last burst of purple – gentian – is going to be opening up soon:
What a treat.
A tiny mystery blob on a log, 1/32” across:
I surprised what I think might be a pickerel frog in the grass
I didn’t want to disturb it by getting too close, because by now both the cats were following me around. Nothing like a little frog appetizer.
Here’s Maggie messing up my attempt at getting a shot of the underside of this mushroom.
This led to some hilarity.
Ah, there we go. Damn cat.