Saturday, July 30, 2011
Friday, July 29, 2011
I took the opportunity to hike in the fresh drizzle. Along the trail I saw something jumping. Looking down expecting to see a frog or toad, I caught sight of this tiny creature foraging in the rain.
It could leap quite high off of the ground, although it found this bit of grass and felt protectively hidden and moved no more. I snapped the photo and left it to its rainy forage.
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Swallowtail's host plants are the members of the carrot family, including dill, parsley, and hemlock. The butterflies will often congregate on scat for salts and minerals.
This one, I think, is after a drink.
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
From tears of Isis to being placed on Jesus's wounds this plant is also called the devil's bane. It was thought to be a cure all and a favorite of witches. Which is probably why Walt Whitman placed it in the realm of God in Splendor in the Grass:
|I see the place of the idea of the Deity incarnated by avatars in human forms;|
|I see the spots of the successions of priests on the earth—oracles, sacrificers, brahmins, sabians, lamas, monks, muftis, exhorters;|
|I see where druids walked the groves of Mona—I see the mistletoe and vervain;|
|I see the temples of the deaths of the bodies of Gods—I see the old signifiers.|
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Whenever I see thistle going to seed I think of the poem The Night Before Christmas. And in this very hot July, the thought of a few frigged nights is quite cooling.
Monday, July 25, 2011
There are hybrids of this plant that are grown in gardens but it is a native wildflower.
When the flowers are bent they obediently remain in the same position, making them the perfect place for insects to take refuge in, closing the petals behind them like a door.
Saturday, July 23, 2011
This native wildflower is a member of the mint family and a tea made of the plant will help you nurse a cold or other respiratory ailment.
This flower belongs in every garden, whether natural or cultivated and has been a favorite of poets.
Friday, July 22, 2011
Thursday, July 21, 2011
And with a heavenly fragrance I couldn't imagine how it came to be called Joe-Pye Weed. According to Wikipedia the name comes from a Native American by the name of Joe Pye who used the plant to heal people.
Joe-Pye Weed is a native wildflower.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
These tiny guys, no bigger than an average ant, will grow to be a little less than an inch. Because they feed on milkweed they are are poison to most predators just like Monarch Butterflies.
Monday, July 18, 2011
This year is a particularly good one for herons; they squawk over the marsh as I walk through. I regret that I've disturbed them from their dining on the multitude of frogs that have turned up to dine on the multitude of bugs that the hot, rain drenched days have created this year.
It is an amazing thing that nature knows to send the herons to eat the frogs to eat the insects; everything so connected and well balanced.
Saturday, July 16, 2011
What? You don't see 3?
I can't because as I was setting up to take the picture, Mama rushed out at me with a growl telling me to back off the family. I decided to rush the other way and heed her advice.
Friday, July 15, 2011
But soon the spiders were touching each other again. I left them still performing their dance in the summertime shade.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Is this a picture of a toad or a frog? You can bet that it is a frog. All toads are frogs, although all frogs are not toads. And in some cases it is difficult to determine those toads among the frogs.
Monday, July 11, 2011
Pretty as it is, it is also edible. It produces seeds that, I am told, are quite tasty and the leaves are edible as greens. I often catch deer nibbling the plants in the marsh.
The plant is named for pickerel, the fish that is sometimes swimming among the roots.
Saturday, July 9, 2011
A closer look at the shoreline told a tale of a giant dragonfly hatch. In the lower right of this picture is a discarded escoskeleton that a dragonfly crawled out of as it transformed from a water dwelling insect to the beautiful flying insect.
There were hundreds of escoskeletons lining the shore of the lake---perhaps that was why there weren't many mosquitoes.
Friday, July 8, 2011
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Reports of Water Moccasins were highly unfounded; and highly unlikely this far north in Indiana.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Monday, July 4, 2011
Saturday, July 2, 2011
It's sometimes called bacon and eggs or butter and eggs. It's coloring Indiana roadsides yellow this time of year.
In the language of flowers it gets no respect; maybe because it is poisonous to humans it denotes revenge.
Friday, July 1, 2011
The same could apply to newly transformed dragonflies, as this one is. The dragonfly is shiny bright and looks brand new. Some colors are starting to show through ...or disappear depending on the type of dragonfly. It is often nearly impossible to distinguish one newly transformed from another.
My best guess is that this one is a White-faced Meadowhawk but it could be a Ruby or Cherry-faced too. And I didn't have time to stick around while it matured. Sure was pretty though...