Yesterday evening, the heat wave we’d been having broke, and this morning rested on the cool side of gorgeous. The moon was slightly more than half-full, just to the south and west of directly over head.
It would be a quick trip at the beginning of a busy day.
Glanced at the prairie garden across Main Street from Weaver Park but didn’t see any royal catchfly, as I’d seen there last year. What I think I did see was goldenrod starting to bloom. Talk about early.
Turned south on Dodson to Illinois street and the “official” entrance to Weaver Park. It seemed even less welcoming than I remember. Which makes the park itself, once you’re there, even more of a magical place.
Wanted to explore the mown path but knew that would take more time than I had.
The pond was very low, with dry patches but sill some shiny indications of water. It was bordered by yellow coneflowers, of which I could not resist taking a couple of closeups of the kind of which they make such good examples.
In the pond, a lot of the emergent plants were in bloom. A little investigation afterward on the web confirmed my suspicion that they were pickerelweed (Potenderia cordata). Here is a link with some information and a nice closeup of the flowers, taken, as it happens, at Weaver Park.
Looked across the park where there was more water and movement I guessed was ducks. Noticed a new-looking building across
Then there was dog-barking. I said, “You’d better be contained.” Which was probable, but it reminded me I couldn’t stay long.
From Weaver Park took Dodson to Washington and then homeward. There is a large construction project on the Washington side of the park. I hope the park doesn’t get gobbled up by more such projects, hope that the little gem of Weaver Park survives.