A recent morning ramble through the neigborhood took me past fungus, earthworms, hawks, turkey buzzards, lily pads, cat tails, beaver dens, leaves beginning to turn – all under a spectacular September cloudless sky.
The route walked was the same followed usually in an auto, or when jogging. The slower pace of a walk allowed me to notice and savor these critters and plants.
As many of our lives are compelled to a frenetic pace, the abundance that surrounds us is often overlooked. I took the same route I usually follow, but at a much slower pace.
You might want to try something similar, taking a familiar route at an unfamiliar pace, and see if it becomes easier to notice the beauty in which we are immersed, and, of which, we are a part.
From: Wikipedia https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bracket_fungus
“Bracket fungi, or shelf fungi, are among the many groups of fungi that comprise the phylum Basidiomycota. Characteristically, they produce shelf- or bracket-shaped or occasionally circular fruiting bodies called conks that lie in a close planar grouping of separate or interconnected horizontal rows. Brackets can range from only a single row of a few caps, to dozens of rows of caps that can weigh several hundred pounds. They are mainly found on trees (living and dead) and coarse woody debris, and may resemble mushrooms. Some form annual fruiting bodies while others are perennial and grow larger year after year. Bracket fungi are typically tough and sturdy and produce their spores, called basidiospores, within the pores that typically make up the undersurface.”
These beings are enjoying a sweet late summer dinner, on a cozy flower for two.
Though requiring flowers and crops to be watered more often, the weather has been dry and seasonably warm; just about perfect for August.
Some of the foliage is reacting to the dry weather, and fading to a paler shade of green. Some foliage, however, is reflecting the time of season, and whether one views this as an indication of the end of Summer, or the start of Autumn, some leaves are already displaying a touch of yellow, a hint of orange.
Labor day is just about a month away – say “Yes” to any Summer activities that present – it will be a Winter away before they avail again!
I imagine if I live here long enough, and pay better attention than I have been for the past quarter century, I might be able to discern why some Summers produce such an abundance of apple, pear, grape, and berries.
Some say that it’s nature’s way to provide for, and prepare the beings in the neighborhood for an impending strong Winter. Others say that the amount of Summer fruit is determined by the previous Spring.
This past Spring was fairly gentle – buds did not have to suffer much freezing; no strong storms blew blooms from the trees.
We’ll keep an eye on what happens this Autumn and Winter. Meanwhile, it’s time to gently tug on the raspberries – if they release easily from the plant, it’s time they were eaten.
A recent walk on the cross-country ski trail led through Narnia-like woods abundant with fern, Indian Pipe, fungus; sunlit meadow is thick with clover, grass, and Queen Anne’s Lace.
Not quite three weeks past the solstice, already harbingers present: this morning was an Autumn morning – humidity free, clear, temperatures dipped into the 40’s before dawn. Abundances of apple and pear draw our thoughts toward harvest time.
Dog and I will walk the trail more often now, with focused intent: we’ll start to clear the path of downed branches that when half-buried in snow could deflect and twist a ski or paw, and twigs of thorns that could snag a trouser or ear.
Temperatures in the high eighties are in the immediate forecast; the Clifford picnic is next week.
From here on out, those of us who have been around here for more than a few summers know that hot, sultry, Summer days will become less and less common. Hoodies will be needed in the evenings. The grass will grow less thickly.
It’s the time of season when neighbor Penny inhales the evening, and noting the subtlety of it’s terroir, says: “The air is now changed, yet still familiar…. yes, it tastes like Frontier Days”.
Wikipedia reports “Filipendula ulmaria, commonly known as meadowsweet is a perennial herb in the family Rosaceae that grows in damp meadows. It is native throughout most of Europe and Western Asia (Near east and Middle east). It has been introduced and naturalised in North America.
In 1897, Felix Hoffmann created a synthetically altered version of salicin, derived from the species, which caused less digestive upset than pure salicylic acid. The new drug, formally acetylsalicylic acid, was named aspirin by Hoffman’s employer Bayer AG… This gave rise to the class of drugs known as non-steroidal anti-inflammatory drugs (NSAIDs).”
Wikipedia reports “Actaea racemosa (black cohosh, black bugbane, black snakeroot, fairy candle; syn. Cimicifuga racemosa) is a species of flowering plant of the family Ranunculaceae. It is native to eastern North America from the extreme south of Ontario to central Georgia, and west to Missouri and Arkansas. It grows in a variety of woodland habitats, and is often found in small woodland openings. The roots and rhizomes have long been used medicinally by Native Americans. Extracts from these plant materials are thought to possess analgesic, sedative, and anti-inflammatory properties.”
This Foxglove, along with it’s Honey Locust neighbors, welcomes twilight to one of the first truly Summer evenings.
The grass, flowers, and trees in the yard are about as lush as they get; foliage doesn’t get much taller or thicker than it is now. Many fields are cropped short; the first cutting of hay already stowed in barns.
Daylight won’t seem to shorten for another week or so. A nice time to relax before July, which is sure to be busy with Independence Day celebrations, Fireman’s picnics, swimming, and firefly chasing.
“Too numerous to count” aptly describes these tiny wildflowers observed recently on Elk Mountain. They seem to be everywhere, infusing the deep green grass with a lapis hue when seen from a distance.
A cool damp day bodes for indoor activities this evening – not to worry though, Crimson Tears will still be rocking out at the Stone Bridge Tavern, and the weekend looks like the weather will be fine for The Heritage Bike Tour and Festival.
Laughter is the best medicine – even if you’re already feeling fine! Stop by The View-Coyote Bar and Grill On June 15th and be prepared to be amazed by the Magic, Mind Reading and Comedy of Denny Corby.
If you haven’t tried Yoga at Studio B yet, this is the week! When the weather is agreeable, you’ll find a note taped to the door of the Studio on Main Street Forest City indicating that Yoga will be held up the street in Kennedy Park. Very nice to do Sun Salutations while facing the actual sun as it nears the place in the sky where it will seem to stand still for several days! Don’t be shy, everyone is welcome whether experienced or not. Erin and Tiff will gently guide you to a place of relaxation within you that you may have forgotten existed!
It’s light till nearly nine at night – enough light to get a good day of work in, and still give your jogging shoes, hiking boots, or bicycle some love and attention as we enjoy these last few days of astronomical Spring.
Wikipedia reports that “The peony is named after Paeon, a student of Asclepius, the Greek god of medicine and healing. Asclepius became jealous of his pupil; Zeus saved Paeon from the wrath of Asclepius by turning him into the peony flower.”
Rich in medicinal compounds, a common subject in tattoos, the Peony, or “Piney” as some from around here call it, is also known as the “flower of riches and honour” or “king of the flowers”.
Large, showy, and fragrant, the Peony lends an air of grandeur to the most humble of gardens, marks the border between Spring and Summer with it’s beautiful blooms.