Showing posts with label hepatica. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hepatica. Show all posts

Friday, April 13, 2012

this is probably better than going to church.

But I wouldn’t know, since I don’t go to church. All I know is that looking around sets me right: this a most excellent planet. So here, partake of the goodies, and enjoy:

A couple of days ago, I went out twice – twice! – with the camera, but, as the hip people say, life was pain. DSC_0401 (3)

Hepatica are my undoing. There is something about light violet flowers that my camera and I have not been able to figure out.

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I have equally bad luck photographing spring beauties, so today I headed up into the woods at home where I knew I’d find whole carpets of them. I was determined to get a good portrait.

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Naturally, a little one insisted on stealing the spotlight.

I will say, I do love being able to focus on different places. For instance, let’s hone in on the texture of the petals…

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…and now, let’s have a look at those stamens.

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Yum. There were carpets of trout lilies as well – just the initial leaves, no flowers. And Canada mayflower.

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But the show-stoppers today are the blue cohosh. The first ones to come up, which last I checked were two or three inches tall, have grown maybe eight or nine inches in the past five days.

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And more flowers are opening up.

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You can see the space alien hands are turning green.

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On the other side of the driveway, another whole bunch are coming up.

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Poignant, I think.

The Trillium Report

Trillium come in for a lot of abuse.

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Chomp.

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Is it safe to come out?

Others are faring better. At this stage, we get to see just how messy pollination gets.

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It’s all tidy at first.

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Then it gets sneezalicious.

Holy Crap Category

Today, we have what I will tentatively identify as some sort of blue-eyed grass, only the stamens look totally different from the rest of them. Let’s review.

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Your typical blue-eyed grass naughty bits.

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And, bonus, these guys look like they are going to be giving birth to tiny little watermelons.

Magnolia Newsflash

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Susannah over at Wanderin’ Weeta has many interesting things to say about magnolia.

Friday, March 9, 2012

dirt + time = humankind

I love this definition of evolution. I saw it on a t-shirt in Kauai, and only later did I realize (once I looked at the fine print, essentially) that it was intended as a jibe against Darwin’s theory of evolution.
But it works for me.
I went for a walk with a friend this afternoon up a nearby 1300 foot high hill. I know Paul from grad school, and one of his chief redeeming qualities, apart from being an all-around decent guy, is that he’s as much of a wildflower geek as I am, if not more so. He gave me the lowdown on what’s going to pop up and where as spring unfolds. First up? The leaves of hepatica (Hepatica americana).
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…as well as the leaves of trailing arbutus (Epigaea repens). These sort of don’t count, as the leaves stick around all winter.
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Mind you, we’re a week or three ahead here – we’re at least a whopping 20 miles away from the homefront, farther south and on a west-facing slope that sucks all available light out of the atmosphere and for the most part, turns it into moss at this time of year:
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mmmm….moss….
I was here before, a few weeks ago, when the trail was coated in ice. Today, the foot and a half of snow we got last week was in full melt-down mode, but up high, there was still plenty of ice underfoot:
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Overlapping layers of latticework: an everyday miracle of crystal formation.
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I am told that this spot – a frozen vernal pool – will be rocking the azalea look in early June. I wonder if any salamanders conduct their romantic bidness here. Stay tuned, I guess.
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What does a black birch have in common with a housecat? Both know how to get comfortable in improbable places.
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Fern spores: “Here, children…try this candy…”
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Don’t quote me, but I’m fairly sure these are glacial striations.
Thanks to the miracle of a pocket knife, we can all rest easy knowing what one J. S. Austin was doing on August 11, 1878. He was defacing a rock.
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Vandalism + Time = Priceless Petroglyphs.