On this basically sunny (though not without a thin haze of cloud) morning at 6:10 it was 66 degrees F, which felt just about perfect for cycling.
This morning’s goal on Rhododendron was Meadowbrook Park to check on the royal catchfly and also to check a place on south First Street where I saw them last year.
Stopped at the spruce grove on Race Street to see whether there were any mushrooms. There were not many, but did see this handsome quartet.
Stopped to look over the little wooden bridge, where McCullough Creek still babbled, though more quietly than it has been this wet year.
Noticed that the mosquitoes were thick and aggressive. Fierce, ferocious, you might say, or viscous, as I heard someone put it. Sometimes there is a fine line between fierce and viscous, which may be why I tend to forget that “fierce” can also connote something positive.
The prairie was spotted with dew, especially lovely lined up like beads on the young grass leaves, with the sun rising through the clouds behind them.
Kept my eyes open for royal catchfly, not sure that even the single plant I saw last time would still be there.
But was pleasantly surprised by the generous sprinkling of little red stars, just in the place where they were last year.
Was glad the plant on the other side of the path also was in glorious bloom this year.
Then looped back over McCullough Creek on the rabbit-statue bridge
Stopped to photograph some corn stalks that were a lot smaller than the glossy dark green giants of this rainy summer but that had apparently full-sized ears.
At First Street turned south, not sure if it was the right direction to find the little roadside prairie garden where I’d seen royal catchfly last year. But eventually saw all the cup plants