It was 73 degrees F and cloudy, very humid and calm this morning at 5:35.
Today’s objective was to see whether the Meadowbrook Park population of royal catchfly had started to bloom.
Rode to the Race Street pavilion, locked Rhododendron to the rack, and walked to the little wooden bridge just in front of the “soft” path into the middle of the prairie. The air was very moist and very quiet; thought of the expression “pregnant silence,” as if with rain, which seemed like it would start falling any minute.
Stopped at the bridge to see whether there still were deer bones in the bottom of McCullough Creek here. Though I saw a shin bone and took a photo.
There was common milkweed a-bloom in the prairie,
also butterflyweed (another milkweed), which I didn’t remember seeing in this part of the prairie before, and remembered again not seeing it this year next to the lead plant. Makes me wonder about what enables it to grow.
As I walked in to the middle of the prairie saw a deer standing neck-deep in prairie plants on the north side of the path, not going anywhere but watching me intently.
Kept my eyes open for royal catchfly but did not see any red stars of flowers. The prairie was modestly decked with Heliopsis, Baptisia, and the long-blooming but gradually declining spiderwort.
Wondered for a moment whether it would be a problem to come between the two of them, but when I stopped to photograph the second one, it actually came slowly toward me and stopped to look a moment before walking on, like I was dismissed. Do enjoy those moments of interaction with the resident creatures on something of their own terms.
Got a shot of some thimbleweed, which are not the most photogenic of flowers, though fairly distinctive with their long, thin, straight stalks.
Need to come back and see if and when the royal catchfly flowers will appear.