Thursday, June 30, 2011
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Monday, June 27, 2011
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Friday, June 24, 2011
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Delicious is the lay that sings The haunts of happy lovers, The path that leads them to the grove, The leafy grove that covers: And pity sanctifies the verse That paints, by strength of sorrow, The unconquerable strength of love;— Bear witness, rueful Yarrow!--W. Wordsworth
Yarrow was transplanted from across the ocean to the Americas. Sweet smelling and thought to have medicinal properties for everything from nose bleeds to melancholy, it is a favored flower of poets.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Crown Vetch gets a crown for being an invasive plant. It also gives off quite an odor that is permeating the air in Indiana of late. The smell is a little bit like nutmeg unless you get too big of a whiff then it's just down right putrid.
It is beautiful though, coloring roadsides, ditches, and hills a lavendar pink.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
In addition to the pickles I'm growing dozens of caterpillars. A swallowtail with very healthy eggs must have paid me a visit.
Monday, June 20, 2011
Saturday, June 18, 2011
I hope that all Dad's get the time to kick back in that hammock and enjoy their summer day like this guy here.
Happy Father's Day to all the Dads out there !
Friday, June 17, 2011
The plant's stems are quite hairy and peas bind (vetch) nitrogen to soil, providing a natural fertilizer in soil enhancement; thus the ugly name for such a beautiful flower.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
This one had a customer the other day; a beetle of some sort. I had to refresh my memory on the differences between a beetle and a bug; it could have been one or the other in my opinion. Turns out it is a beetle since its wings meet in the middle of the back---ah yes---now I remember what that professor told me a couple of years ago in that naturalist class!
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Eastern Pondhawks will follow you down a trail; not because they particularly like you but because you kick up their favorite snack.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
After a couple of weeks of no fishing, I was desperate to sink my line into any body of water. Unfortunately when I arrived at one of my favorite fishing spots I was greeted with "closed until further notice signs." A couple of weeks ago a wind of significant proportions had gone through the area. The wind didn't qualify as a tornado and didn't do much damage to human habitation other than take down power lines. But, wow, the damage that it did to trees was unbelievable. Hundreds of very old trees just uprooted in a mile wide, miles long area. This managed to close the public fishing area I occasionally go to fish and photograph wildlife.
Not usually one to break rules, I nevertheless felt that the rules were unfair in this instance. There are no power lines running next to the hiking paths. There were a number of downed trees; but they were already down. I could taste the fish. I decided to turn renegade for the day. (What would Sarah Palin do?)
The damage the storm did to the area was stupendous. Trees, sometimes three or four at a time were torn out of the ground, roots and all. I came across a dead fawn; crushed and broken. I wondered at the number of bird nests lost in the fallen trees. Even the mosquitoes seemed stunned.
But life goes on. Wildflowers don't wait to bloom. Dragonflies are still emerging. The herons are enjoying a golden time without human foot traffic. And the frogs are finally catching up with the mosquito population. Thousands of tiny frogs, no bigger than a pinkie fingernail, have formed; an army hopping against the bug population. Despite tragedy, nature marches on.
Monday, June 13, 2011
Saturday, June 11, 2011
This year there are just a couple of goslings being raised, making them more precious as their young parents watch carefully over them; teaching them to be wary of dangers and where to find the choice bits to eat.
Friday, June 10, 2011
Sharing a family with carrots and the poison of Hemlock, the parsnip, growing taller than a man in a couple of months, is an extraordinary plant.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
But the Daisy Fleabane is the natural wildflower to prairies; Oxeyes are the import. Because the Fleabane is native, it is beneficial to more of the native species of insects, including butterflies. It also blooms longer into the season than your typical Oxeye
A Daisy, just as sweet and blooming now in a field near you.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
The true miracle will be that any of those eggs actually survive after a weekend of celebrating wildlife, complete with nachos and fireworks at the park.
Monday, June 6, 2011
They flutter around shady areas of streams where they catch insects like mosquitoes. Go for it little guy!
Saturday, June 4, 2011
Many people drive through or walk past these puddles every day without looking down. What they would find on closer examination is an occasional frog, thousands of tadpoles, mayfly, damsel fly, and dragonfly larva.
Friday, June 3, 2011
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Growing Lupines is a project in and around the area of the Great Lakes. The butterflies need a continuous corridor in order to mate, grow and thrive; sporadic groups of plants just don't help in the continuance of this endangered butterfly.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes
(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday;this is the birth
day of life and love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)
how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any-lifted from the no
of all nothing-human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?
(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)