Pampas grass-Cortaderia selloana-in this pic is holding down the marsh area.You can see this plant used as decor in the neighbor’s yard.It blooms into the fall and the blooms can be cut and dried for decorations-pods.
Speaking of pods-the plants capsule of seeds-here is a pic of my honey vine milkweed-Ampelamus albidus-is a true milkweed and a host for Monarch butterfly and a lot of bees.The plant produces a large amount of pollen and is a magnet for the bees and thus more vines.The fragrance is subtle but powerful in the summer breeze.This plant established itself last year and took off this summer.I know it can be an opportunity in ag crops but I just love this weed.It has an extensive root system and the pod s ensure more will be on the way.I saw some cool butterflies stop to visit but no Monarchs.
Easy does it here-field daisy,white weed,midsummer daisy,poverty weed-you call it and it’s yours.It is all over the place.Real fast:chrysanthemum leucanthemum L.-daisy-like flowers w/ white ray florets,native to Europe,perennial reproducing by seeds and rhizomes.Problematic in pastures and is a host for plant viruses.”He loves me,he loves me not,he loves me”
All pics by td-research from :Weeds of North America-Dickinson/Royer;Suburban Wildflowers-Heasdtrom;bellarmine.edu.
This is no joke-I let Giant ragweed-Ambrosia trifida-grow in tim’s weed patch 1.0 to serve as a fence,if you will,to buffer my neighbor’s property.I had to do something-they took it down!Every one knows that Hayfever Weed causes the nasty seasonal allergies a lot of us try to cope with.Giant ragweed is a summer annual growing 3′-12′ tall in the usual places-disturbed areas,fence rows,margins of woodland areas/fields,my garden.It is native to N.A. and can be found in Canada and Mexico.On the plus side-wildlife like the oil rich seeds.Oh by the way-I get along fine with the neighbors!
pics by td;research from illinoiswildflowers.com and “Weeds”-a Golden book.Quote from Robert Frost-“Mending Wall”
•To go into solitude, a man needs to retire as much from his chamber as from society.
•Nature never wears a mean appearance.
•In the presence of nature a wild delight runs through the man,in spite of real sorrows.
•A nobler want of man is served by nature,namely,the love of Beauty.
•We are taught by great actions that the universe is the property of every individual in it.
•Nature is a sea of forms…
•The creation of a thousand forest is in one acorn.
•The eye is the first circle;the horizon which it forms is the second.
•Never lose an opportunity of seeing anything beautiful for beauty is God’s handwriting.
•What is a weed? A plant whose virtue have never been discovered.(my fave)
RWE Thoreau’s mentor,
Perhaps what most moves us in winter is some reminiscence of far-off summer….What beauty in the running brooks!What life!What The cold is merely superficial;it is still at the core,far,far within.It is in the cawing oh the crow…I am part of one great creature with him…I can hear when he calls, and have engaged not to shoot nor stone him if he will caw to me each spring. January 12,1855.
pic from http://www.globe-views.com
Most men , it seems to me ,do not care for nature and would sell their share in all her beauty for a given sum. Thank God men have not yet learned to fly so they can lay waste the sky as well as the earth
This weed stood out like a sore thumb today-brilliant purple in the autumn sun! Redroot pigweed-amaranyhus retroflexus L.-also known as careless weed among others.Quick facts:taproot reddish-pink;flower clusters dense;plants have a rough texture;native to southern U.S.(note spreading all over);annual spreading by seeds-up to 150,000;can produce two generations in a season;aka “superweed”-highly resistant to herbicides:found in farmers fields,roadsides,disturbed land(home to this plant in study).The pods are a deep purple and would make a beautiful arrangement just by itself! “Weeds are flowers too,once you get to know them”-A.A.Milne.
pics by td research-“Weeds of North America”-Richard Dickinson and France Royer.
Nature doth thus kindly heal every wound.By the mediation of a thousand little mosses and fungi, the most unsightly objects become radiant of beauty.There seem to be two sides of this world, presented us at different times, as we see things in growth or dissolution, in life or death.for seen with the eye of the poet, as God sees them, all things are alive ans beautiful; but seen with the historical eye, or eye of the memory, they are dead and offensive.If we see Nature as pausing, immediately all mortifies and decays; but seen as progressing, she is beautiful.March 13,1842.
A new phase of the spring is presented; a new season has come.By the soaking rain and the wind of yesterday especially,the remaining snow and ice has been broken,floated off, and melted, and much frost taken out of the ground; and now, as we glide over the Great Meadows before this strong wind, we no longer see dripping, saturated russet and brown banks through rain,hearing at intervals the alarm notes of the early robins…The earth has cast off her white coat and come forth in her clean washed sober russet early spring dress…Look toward the sun, the water is yellow, as water in which the earth has just washed itself clean of its winter impurities;look from the sun and it is a beautiful dark blue; but in each direction the crests of the waves are white…”Spring”-Thoreau’s Journal.It was noted by Dudley C. Lunt in his book” The River” that Thoreau would bring his boat out around the third week of March to herald the arrival of Spring.
The wind has gently murmured through the blinds,or puffed with feathery softness against the windows,and occasionally sighed like a summer zephyr lifting the leaves along, the livelong night…The earth itself has slept, as it were its first,not its last sleep….But while the earth has slumbered ,all the air has been alive with feathery flakes descending,as if some northern Ceres resigned,showering her silvery grain over all the fields.We sleep,and at length awake to the still reality of a winter morning.The snow lies warm as cotton or down upon the window-sill;the broadened sash and frosted panes admit a dim light, which enhances the snug cheer within.The stillness of the morning is impressive.
From:”A Winter Walk”(The Essays) 1843.
The phenomena of the year take place every day in a pond on a small scale…One pleasant morning after a cold night,February 24th,1850,having gone to Flint’s Pond to spend the day,I noticed with surprise, that when I struck the ice with the head of my axe, it resounded like a gong for many rods around…One attraction in coming to the woods to live was that I should have leisure and opportunity to see the Spring come in.The ice in the pond at length begins to be honeycombed, and I can set my heel in it as I walk…I am on alert for the first sign of spring, to hear the chance note of some arriving bird,or the striped squirrel’s chip,for his stores must be now nearly exhausted…Walden,1854-Spring.