Showing posts with label common evening primrose. Show all posts
Showing posts with label common evening primrose. Show all posts

Thursday, July 26, 2012

re-disapparations, upside-down orgies, and stoner moths

Remember the mysterious disappearing Asiatic dayflower from the other day – in which a) we had two flowers and then b) suddenly we did not, and c) I concluded that the flower had been sequestered away into a little leaf pouch?

I take it all back.

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Here’s one of those leaf pouches, and it’s spitting out a new flower. Which leaves open the question, what happened to the two flowers from the other day? I’m so confused…

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Ahhhhh, this, I get.

Let’s play the focus game with a day lily.

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petals?

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or stamens?

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petals?

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or stamens?

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how about neither?

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Don’t they look like little Venetian Renaissance slippers? In which case, this truly IS an orgy – everyone’s upside-down with their feet in the air. They haven’t even bothered to kick off their shoes.

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I’m not the only one obsessed with flower innards. This is a primrose moth getting stoned in a common evening primrose. Scandalous.

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

scenes from the day


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one end of a dragonfly damselfly
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comes with rocket-pack
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grass supernova
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sumac
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“mine mine mine!”

I went looking for the Asiatic dayflower of the other day. It was gone. Simply gone. Eventually I realized that that’s what the dragonfly had been sitting on. Where the flower had been was now a sealed pouch.

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two days ago

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today
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Wild.

Thursday, June 28, 2012

superheroes in pink capes, purple grass, etc.

I will be out of town next week – hiking in the White Mountains of New Hampshire with an old friend – and I’m working like a crazed bunny to get everything I can wrapped up at work before I go. This afternoon, I staggered away from my desk, my head and body seemingly disconnected from one another, my spirit nowhere to be found. The perfect remedy: break out the hiking boots (gotta remind my feet about the hiking boots!), grab the point-and-shoot, and go for a four mile jaunt down dirt roads.
I found plenty of entertainment. It is just amazing how many more species there are to admire, just a half mile to two miles from the house. But I started with the locals. Remember those sleepy pink moths? They’re still around.
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“Don’t worry, little lady.”
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“I’ll save you.”
‘The aptly named primrose moth,’ I am informed. (Schinia Florida)
By the pole barn, where we store firewood, grass that has yet to encounter the lawn mower is in bloom.
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Timothy grass, as yet not quite in bloom, with a visitor.
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Later on, a mile away, the timothy grass was in full bloom. 
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quack grass.
OK, now we’re venturing out away from my typical haunts of late.
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Bittersweet nightshade, many of them already in full-on berry mode. These berries will turn yellow, then orange, then red. A veritable rainbow – as if the flower itself weren’t gorgeous ENOUGH.
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Herb robert (yes, that’s its name) – I thought the sparkly velvet flowers were done for the season, but I’m pleased to see I was wrong.

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Some kind of mutant, gargantuan dandelion-style flower. Sadly, they had ALL already closed up shop, so I don’t know what color the petals (well, rays, technically) are – still, though, I ought to be able to ID it. So far, no luck.
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These seed clusters were the size of my fist.

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Here’s a new one for me: bladder campion (Silene cucubalus). Later on this summer, I’ll show its cousin, white campion. It grows right next to our mailbox.

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Common st. johnswort – which also tends to grow near our mailbox, but I haven’t seen it yet this year.

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barberpole sedge. Bonus: see the spider? I didn’t when I took the picture!
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Partridgeberry – a ground cover, with red berries in the fall. I laughed when I saw how the insides are fuzzy. Kevin said maybe it’s naturally-occurring velcro.
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trillium seed. joy!

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red baneberry is possessed of a certain in-your-face charm, no?

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this is common comfrey.

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a whole hillside of day lilies.
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brand-new to me: motherwort (Leonurus cardiaca).
The hiking boots feel good. That’s a relief.

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

don’t mind me, says the spider.

We’ll begin with a warm-up: it’s going to get very yellow-and-orange here, so let’s ease our way in with a buttercup.
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Black-eyed susans frequently have little white spiders living on them. Not til yesterday did I finally see one on our big girl.
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hello!
This afternoon, the spider had a visitor.
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At first I thought this Other Thing was caught in a tiny web, but I could see its tiny proboscis extended, testing out the flowers.
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I wonder if the spider is holding out its legs to mimic its visitor’s body language. “Don’t mind me” it hums, under its breath, waiting for the perfect moment to take a bite. The nice folks at bugguide.net will probably sort me out in no time.
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This bug-free susan offers excellent squinty-eyed close-ups. 
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ahhhhh…clearly I’m obsessed.
Nearby, on a common evening primrose, I noticed these pink moths.
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What the…? No idea what they’re doing. I think they’re napping.
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One of them was still buried in there today. The other one was on leaf nearby.
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Some ant on milkweed action.
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Forget-me-nots going to seed.
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The obligatory hawkweed!

Thursday, November 10, 2011

even five minutes is better than nothing

Jonesing for my outside time, I hauled myself out the door this morning before breakfast. Self, you have five minutes. Go.
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The closed gentian, once so deliciously purple, is truly rocking the Miss Havisham look.

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Bonus round: this one comes with a slug.  I wonder what the blobs of green goo are. Hm.

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I am embarrassed to report I don’t know what this is.
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I’m pretty sure this is a mullein, though. A blurry mullein. I think it was crisper in real life.
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Common evening primrose. Fairies probably make pants out of these.
Need some color? The euonymous bush is happy to provide.
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Five minutes. It hit the spot. I remembered who I am, why I am on the planet, etc. And then I went to work.  And when I came home from work, I was in need of another reminder of who I am, and why I am on the planet. So I did the next best thing: I went for a run.
In the rain.
I thought I hated running in the rain, but I may have discovered the secret to tolerating it: wear a baseball hat. Anything with a visor. Aha! Without the rain in my eyes, it became a pleasant journey through the landscape on a day I would otherwise have remained couch-bound. The sound of drizzle on the beaver pond was particularly delightful.
Endorphins: your friend.
What do you do when you’re in need of remembering who-you-really-are?