How about some mustard? Mustard greens are arrestingly spicy and aromatic. Remind me to tell you about the time that I brought a handful in, chopped them up, was just about to throw them in the pot, and found a worm! Delicious cooked or cut up raw in a salad (minus the worm), mustard green’s nutrients include vitamins, K, A, C and E and are an excellent source of copper, manganese and calcium. (though what you need with copper and manganese in your diet is beyond me).
Black Locust Blossoms
Black locust blooms in my area are a crap shoot. They blossom out during that nail biting time in April and May when a heavy frost could decimate everything. I have often watched this tree’s beautiful, nascent racimes emerge, only to be completely blackened by cruel, scorching frost. How ironic that frost ‘burns’, right?
The nobel trillium. They love the low, rich and shaded soil (northside) next to the stream.
Linaria Vulgaris, Butter and Eggs, Wild Toadflax, Wild Flax
Sometimes known as butter and eggs, I prefer to call them what they are, wild snap dragons!
Day Old Baby Deer or Fawn
Here’s a blossom worth blowing a kiss to…a day-old fawn found hunkered down in the emergent teasle. I found this young one while mowing and spent the rest of the day trying to discourage the dog from investigating the area too closely ( I failed …but no harm to the wobbly legged, but capable fawn.)
Wild Bee Balm or Monarda
A fireworks display of monarda (bee balm). Both varieties, red and purple shown here with accents of blue provided by wild chicory. The white flowers? I haven’t the vaguest. Look them up and let me know in the comments section.
Here’s an eyefull. A bouquet of goldenrod, rudbeckia and…bless me if I can remember the flower’s name. It is primrose? I have it in one of my books. I’ll look it up.
How cute! A red eft. This is the land version of the aquatic salamander that always eats all the tadpoles in the swamp. The aquatic version is olive green with bright orange spots…a sign of what is to come!
I don’t enjoy what Fall preludes, but the asters it pops out during the process are something to behold. Have you ever seen such perfect blues and purples?
What is the name of this flower? I can’t for the life of me remember. ‘apodium’ something or other. It’s the size of a shoe string end, but what a vision up close!
Violets. Simple, pure and perfect. Supposedly they can be candied and tossed into salads. Every now and again, I’ll stoop low and pick the longest stemmed ones for a short-lived, but pleasing bouquet.
Wild Phlox and Wild Iris
Phlox and water iris. This must have been taken some time in June when both are in prolific bloom. To be fair, the iris are not native to Pa. I brought them in from my Aunt Amelia’s house-side stream. They took to the land like rabbits and multiplied prodigiously. If there is some future plague linked to iris cultivation, you may justly point an accusatory finger at me.
Huh-oh. The monarch butterfly has left a calling card on one of my many milkweed plants. What a thrill it is to see such an eye-arresting caterpillar and to sometimes find it’s equally impressive coccoon.
Don’t ask me what it is. Just hope the goddamn dog doesn’t find it or it’s sure to perish. Spring. Survival. Hope. Beauty. Pause. Hope you enjoyed your wild life tour!