Another American Adventure: wild flowers

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Tuesday, June 12, 2012

after the rain

This is a favorite little bridge on one of our favorite routes. The water in the creek is low enough that I can walk out into it and see the bridge and creek from another view ...

Monday, June 11, 2012

wildflower update

We have been watching these little berries ripen. Some of them are almost ready for eating. Every night we make fruit sorbets with our new Vitamix blender. I wonder how these berries would work?

For some reason, I never saw the apples on the mayapples this year. Already they are fading away.

Thursday, May 17, 2012

These are the flowers that grace our path these days. I couldn't decide which photo I like best so I'm posting them all. A chilly 36 degrees this morning. I think this must be the last cold morning ...

Friday, May 13, 2011

the loveliness of everything

Here are some miscellaneous photos that I got last week.

More of the bud-blooms that are developing into a complex of leaves on the tree branches.

Here is the umbrella plant that seems to be an all over ground cover for the forest floor.

Some lovely little blue flowers. Forget me nots?

A little cluster of white flowers at the end of a tree branch ...

And dandelions everywhere ...

"In those first days, people said, a squirrel could run the long length of Pennsylvania without ever touching the ground. In those first days, the woods were white oak and chestnut, hickory, maple, sycamore, walnut, wild ash, wild plum, and white pine. The pine grew on the ridgetops where the mountains' lumpy spines stuck up and their skin was thinnest.

"The wilderness was uncanny, unknown. Benjamin Franklin had already invented his stove in Philadelphia by 1753, and Thomas Jefferson was a schoolboy in Virginia; French soldiers had been living in forts along Lake Erie for two generations. But west of the Alleghenies in western Pennsylvania, there was not even a settlement, not even a cabin. No Indians lived there, or even near there.

"Wild grapevines tangled the treetops and shut out the sun. Few songbirds lived in the deep woods. Bright Carolina parakeets - red, green, and yellow - nested in the dark forest. There were ravens then, too. Woodpeckers rattled the big trees' trunks, ruffed grouse whirred their tail feathers in the fall, and every long once in a while a nervous gang of empty-headed turkeys came hustling and kicking through the leaves - but no one heard any of this, no one at all."

Annie Dillard, An American Childhood.