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Monday, November 20, 2017

Rant alert

Shortly before sunset today, I wandered over to a favorite park to clear my head after a couple of hours spent in shopping mall hell (but one must find the right character jammies for a grandchild--there are standards to uphold). Unfortunately, my head is not what was cleared. The field between the quarry trail and the highway had been mowed.

In September, the same field looked like this.

Meadow maintenance of course involves mowing or burning to keep the area from reverting to the Great Eastern Forest it probably was at one time, but not in November.  All of those September plants, if they hadn't been mowed, would have been loaded with seeds in November. Songbirds and small rodents depend on seeds to get them through the winter. Hawks, owls, and other predators depend on a reliable supply of songbirds and rodents to get them through the winter. A naked field contains little or no food.

I know that fall and winter fields look messy and sometimes depressingly tatty, but could we not wait until the seed supply is exhausted before cutting the plants down?

Saturday, November 18, 2017

The last flower of 2017

For three years now, this aster has been the last flower blooming in our yard. This photo was taken today, November 18th, following at least one hard frost that left ice on the cars.

Have not seen any pollinators for a week or so, but this little beauty is waiting for them.

The plant has been tentatively identified as Short's aster, Symphyotrichum shortii, but plants with this flower have demonstrated a variety of leaf shapes and sizes around here, leading me to ID it variously as large-leafed aster, sky-blue aster, and arrow-leafed aster, depending on what the leaves of that particular plant have decided to do. Since all are volunteers, some in sidewalk cracks, and all are native to this area, we could have all four showing up. Or perhaps they have been getting friendly with one another, as is the way of many compositae. Who knows?

All of the plants are important nectar sources for fall bees and butterflies, as well as seed sources for birds. They are also indestructible, asking for nothing from humans save to be left alone to grow. Last year, one was blooming near the library of December 1.

It will be interesting to see how long this little guy keeps going.

Thursday, November 2, 2017

I'm lovin' it--but should I be?

It's November, and the hydrangeas in the park across the street have come into full bloom after September's drought.

The bushes in front of a neighbor's house are putting out buds.

 Fall color has been known to hang around into November, but a quick glance up the street indicates that a lot of our deciduous trees are still fully green--not a common phenomenon in my youth.

In the planting beds along the river trail, quite a few plants have rebloomed, including a spectacular echinacea cultivar,

and mandevilla is still hanging on. Mandevilla. In November. In Ohio.

This is not normal.

I am the first to confess to loving long, slow autumns. Cold makes my bones hurt, and the cold, damp, dirty air of the Mid-Ohio Valley in winter does unfortunate things to my ability to breathe. 70-degree November afternoons are a lovely thing.

But we are overdue for the first frost, which typically hits our area between October 15-20. Toledo, which generally gets its first frost by October 10, is still frost-free and had roses, heliotrope, and pineapple sage blooming last weekend. A monarch butterfly, which should have been several hundred miles further south by then, was fluttering around. That particular individual is unlikely to get to its winter home in Mexico.

Yes,I am loving all this lingering beauty, but I am not sure that these are good signs for the climate of the rest of the world.

Wednesday, November 1, 2017

The way it should be

This is what an October afternoon in the Mid-Ohio Valley is supposed to look like,

maples and assorted companions doing their ridiculously-gorgeous thing, resulting in some quite-satisfying scatterings on the grass.

Unfortunately, this was the view that many hundreds (thousands?) of people in our valley had on Saturday, October 21, when a former industrial plant used to store plastic waste caught fire.

photo courtesy of Margie Zazycki Orcutt

 This horrifying image was shot from a friend's house, several miles from the fire site. The smoke billowed for days as new hot spots burst into flame. Schools, the courthouse, and some businesses were closed for days, waiting for the fire to burn itself out and for the air to more or less clear. Agencies from two states and a volunteer citizen-science program set up air-quality monitors amid concerns over what might be in the air, since the owners of the warehouse claimed not to have complete records of what was stored in the complex. The health department urged people to keep themselves and their pets indoors as much as possible. Many people left the area for the duration. We still have no good information on what may have gotten into area streams.

Surely we can do better than this.

Friday, October 13, 2017

The blooms of October

By mid-October, the floral year is winding down around here, with most things either dormant or going to seed. (But what a year it has been for seeds! I keep giving seeds away, other people keep sharing them with me, and if all goes well, the Mid-Ohio Valley should have greatly expanded pollinator plantings in 2018.) But a few hardy plant souls have kept going (a good thing, considering the lack of leaf color after September's drought).

Few people are likely to be surprised that some asters are still in bloom

or that many grasses are at their loveliest.

But after sulking through all of 2016 and the spring and summer of 2017, the shrimp plant on the back patio finally decided to bloom.

I had been about to give the thing away--or compost it--but it has now been forgiven.

Some of the annuals are hanging on, like salvia, snapdragons, and a potted verbena bonariensis that is still doing its part to feed the bees.

The centaurea montana not in an optimal setting has decided to bloom again, and its ridiculous blue fireworks are popular with both pollinators and people.

But the real surprise was today's opening of an old-fashioned red canna, which had languished as a naked rhizome in a friend's garage since last November and has been in the ground here only a little over a month.

Plants--they do keep on keeping on.

Saturday, September 23, 2017

Fields of gold

September is a good month for prairies, even though the year is winding down. The summer flowers and grasses are going to seed, making lots of creatures very happy, but this was the highlight of a recent walk at Blue Creek in Whitehouse, Ohio:

a knock-your-socks-off swath of goldenrod. Further along, there were acres of solidago of various species, including at least one that was wafting an absolutely delicious scent along a mile or more of trail. In my seventh decade, I had never before noticed that goldenrod has scent.

My wanderings had taken me to the nursery fields of the Toledo Metroparks, from which some 2500 pounds of native plant seeds are harvested each year to be added to the various sites the park system is restoring.

Serendipitously, my walk coincided with a royal visit. The monarch was surveying the fields of gold.

Friday, September 15, 2017

Have to believe we are magic

A true confession: I was one of those kids who wanted fairies to be real. I would have loved to communicate with the spirits of the flowers and talk to the dryads when they decided to come out of their trees. Didn't happen.

But looking at some landscapes, it is not hard to understand why our ancestors felt spirits there. Forests in particular have this effect on me.

Sometimes I half-expect to see magical beings rising up from the woodland floor.

And who wouldn't love to hear the conversations these polypores are having with the lichens?

A few days ago, an old, not particularly impressive-looking field, now part of a northwestern Ohio park,

was alive with tiny creatures whose wings flashed silver in the sunlight. Could they be--fairies? Alas, no; they turned out to be small grasshoppers. Today, when of course I had no camera, I came face-to-face with one as it munched on a blossom of weedy Canada thistle. When not in flight, these grasshoppers are a very ordinary-looking gray or green. But--a tiny, green and silver flying thing that dines on thistlebloom--isn't that a kind of magic?