Wednesday 4 July 2018. Royal Catchfly at Meadowbrook and Riding a Little Farther out on Curtis Road

It was 72 degrees F under mostly clear skies at 5:50 this morning as I rolled Rhododendron down the driveway toward Meadowbrook Park.

Had been undecided (indecision seems to be one of those factors that subtracts from the net joy of an activity) this morning about where to go: there are so many routes I haven’t taken since last year or longer ago. But what I most didn’t want to miss was the progression of the bloom at Meadowbrook and decided to make that the priority.

As soon as I was rolling down Race Street felt a smile bloom on my face. The air was humid but still cool, and calm, and the sun had broken the horizon less than a half hour before. It was a beautiful holiday morning.

Stopped at the grove of spruce trees to check for mushrooms below their branches

but there were none. Wondered whether the undergrowth of honeysuckle, etc., which seems to be encroaching on the needle-mulch ground, would discourage the appearance of mushrooms. Well, summer seems generally not to be their time. Will watch to see what the advance of the season brings.

At Meadowbrook sped directly to the rabbit -statue bridge but did not stop: a young man wearing a fedora-type hat was already standing on the bridge and didn’t want to interrupt his solitude. Or mine.

Rounded the corner of the prairie and stopped to take in the present population of prairie flowers, especially the signature for this time of year, yellow coneflower

and Monarda

which I didn’t (yet) find in big masses as they sometimes occur, but still each fountain of purple-pink petals was lovely.

Near the wet area where the had been irises earlier this year suddenly saw the hind end of a deer.

When I stopped to photograph it, noticed another one off the path a little way to my right, facing me, presumably a doe.

She kept walking in my direction and stopped rather close to me. The other deer crossed the path and joined her, and I noticed there was another, smaller deer with them.

After we shared the morning a little longer they slowly walked off to the west.

Stopped at the little bridge over Douglas Creek

where I liked the early light through the passing clouds over the bridge and to its upstream side.

Closer to the middle of the prairie noticed it looked like it would be a bumper year for compass plants,

the tall form,

lace-like leaves,

and radiating benevolent-face-like blooms of which

one never tires of photographing.

Other flowers blooming today included mountain mint,

purple coneflower, and false sunflower.

At the Freyfogle prairie overlook were Baptisia,

Culver’s root,

late spiderwort,

and, as a most happy surprise, royal catchfly!

to photograph which I had to walk into the vegetation (at least not too far), which I can’t help feeling as a little violation of the sacredness of the place. So was careful and quick.

I’m always amazed and delighted at how such bright flowers escape the casual glance and only appear after careful observation.

Another prairie-lover with a camera came by and we exchanged words of admiration for the bright red star-flowers, and for other prairie flowers (treasures that, we agreed, were good for the eyes as well as the soul) we had seen.

Then headed out toward Curtis Road to pay my respects to the mighty phalanxes of corn.

Rode east on Curtis as far as Route 130, noting the slight rise and fall of the road slope, intermittently sitting upright with no hands to give the shoulders a break.

And headed back, feeling tired but well-content.


Sunday 1 July 2018. Sunrise, a Ride East on Old Church, and Lots of Compass Plants at Meadowbrook

It was 73 degrees F under partly cloudy skies at 5:15 this morning as I headed south on Race Street on Rhododendron.

Wanted to, and did, catch the early summer sunrise!

Wondered about everything that was blooming at Meadowbrook but first headed to Old Church and East toward Yankee Ridge.

The corn was almost supernatural looking with its ears and tassels on this first day of July!

Stopped to see spiderwort along the Barnhart Prairie Restoration.

A spike of Desmodium (tick trefoil) rose above the purple and yellow coneflowers

Culver’s root blooms were sent off by the erect spade-shapes of prairie dock leaves.

Then continued east and got a view from the “summit ”

of the Yankee Ridge moraine. Almost as beautiful as looking out over the ocean. Perhaps.

Rode in to Meadowbrook as far as the garden plots and then dismounted and walked Rhododendron toward the Art and Billie Spomer prairie.

McCullough Creek was full and “babbling” under the little wooden bridge.

The path into the prairie was flanked by lush vegetation.

In the path of the rising sun were many dewy tall compass plants,

heralding the splendor of the emerging summer prairie bloom. (My, those compass plants were abundant!) So much to see, on another day.

I’ve gotten out of the routine of longish bike rides so was feeling some fatigue. So it goes.

Still, was extra glad to have been out communing with the landscape.

Saturday 30 June 2018. KRT to Geschenk

It was 76 degrees F under partly cloudy skies this morning at 7 as I departed for St. Joseph via the KRT.

Had to start later than I would have preferred because the Geschenk cafe, which I’ve wanted to try, doesn’t open till 8 am on Saturdays.

Rode pretty much directly to the straight-line KRT, soon amid expanses of soybeans and especially corn. Noticed two kinds of corn smells: one of Fritos (not Tostitos or Doritos) corn chips, the other like the pot of water left after boiling sweet corn.

Along the trail were some native prairie plants (spiderwort, yellow coneflower, false sunflower, Monarda) but the landscape belonged to exotics, like mullein

and soapwort.

But had to admit I liked their floral presence. It was a way of accepting what I couldn’t change (would that they all were natives!) at that moment, and was rewarded with joy.

Dickcissels on utility lines and in shrubs sang all along the way.

Saw at least one monarch and quite a few black butterflies with yellow near the bottom edge.

The temperature was starting to climb.

Crossed the bridge over the Salt Fork,

stopping to observe the flotsam and jetsam collected on its north side.

and rode into St. Joe, to the Geschenk cafe.

Which I just noticed was in a Masonic Temple.

Had a great Florentine egg wrap and cafe latte and worked on the blog at Geschenk. Sat close to the front window, and the atmosphere was very pleasant, except maybe for the TV playing instead of music. The young barista was very pleasant and I thought it would be nice to bring a family member or friend here.

Also wrote a quick letter that I mailed from the St. Joseph post office and then headed westward into the now-high, unimpeded sun. Did wish it were earlier.

Tried not to lengthen the trip (felt hot and tired) by stopping but did get drawn to the white (exotic) morning glories.

The glaring sun and heat made the ride a little less pleasant than earlier, but tried to allow this measured discomfort and to imagine it as any situation in life that didn’t feel especially good but where there was nothing to do but endure it.

Overall I enjoyed this latest ride on the KRT and my visit to Geschenk in St Joseph.

Sunday 24 June 2018. All the Way to St. Joe on the KRT

It was 64 degrees F under clearing skies at 6:20 this morning as I rolled Rhododendron down the driveway to head to St, Joseph on the Kickapoo Rail to Trail. The weather ap indicated fog, but by the time I got rolling it had pretty much cleared, leaving dew drops on the vegetation and spiderwebs.

Rode east on Main Street and stopped at Weaver Park to catch the bloom there:

Saw lots of lavender-pink Monarda,

some yellow

and purple coneflowers,

horse nettle,

and the stately foliage of cup plants.

Along Weaver Park saw branches of elm; survivors of the mid-century devastation?

Rode straight eastward out on the trail, feeling the rhythm of the rotating pedals.

Here at some things I saw but wasn’t able to photograph:

Singing dickcissels

Swooping goldfinches

A thirteen-lined ground squirrel (!?!)

Two black butterflies

Two monarch butterflies

One or two groundhogs

Noticed that the black-eyed Susans looked pristine and free of disease,

which may be why I didn’t pass them by as I often do and stoped to get a photograph of one.

The soapwort were abundant and lovely, not native, but fresh and of just the shade of pink my sister Vickie would have loved,

some accented with the foliage of prairie dock and common ragweed (which are native.)

Sumac on the south side of the trail made a handsome border for this bean field in the morning light.

There were mullein (not native) with beautiful, fuzzy, dewey foliage.

Saw a flower that might be another exotic but it caught my eye.

[Later looked through my handy Wildflowers and Weeds book and came up with moth mullein (Verbascum blatteria).]

At Full’s Siding stopped to check out the clever book- exchange.

Have to remember to bring something next time.

Saw post-fog dew-beaded spiderwebs among the (non-native) chicory.

Crossed the Salt Fork on the lovely wood-surfaced, metal-sided bridge.

Stopped for a view of the St Joe Post Office.

and of a coffee shop I need to come back to try.

On the way back stopped for the scene- punctuating red hollyhock.

And for more beautiful pink soapwort.

Spiderwort (native!) was abundant but couldn’t get close to it without getting down into the vegetation.

Headed back home after another soul-filling passage (and ready for the next one) on the KRT!

Saturday 23 June 2018. Catching up with the Bloom at Meadowbrook, and Catching a Little Rain Just South

It was 64 degrees F under cloudy skies at

7:00 this morning (just before which spotted this perfect exoskeleton of a nymphal cicada) as I went to the garage expecting to take Rhododendron to the KRT to St. Joseph.

But Rhododendron was not in the garage; after a very brief moment of panic remembered that my husband picked me up from my job assignment at Clark-Lindsey yesterday and I’d forgotten to load the bike in the car.

So the plan changed from the KRT to a circle of Meadowbrook and maybe a ride south on Race Street. l drove to CL and parked in the lot: unlocked my bike, and headed east along Windsor Road for a counter-clockwise circle of the park.

The spiderwort still were plenty evident, but they bore lots of brown seed heads, indicating that more of their bloom was behind rather than ahead of them.

But false sunflowers,

purple coneflowers, black-eyed Susans

yellow coneflowers,

and compass plants

were just beginning their bloom.

Farther down the path, at the viewing platform, the apparently expanding (compared to previous recent years) patch of lead plant was in mid-bloom,

as was the Baptisia.

Framed by lead plant blooms was this new inflorescence of rattlesnake master.

Decided that lead plant is much more spectacular in detail than from a distance.

Noticed that wild quinine, also in mi-bloom,

was more abundant than I remember from previous years.

Noticed a patch of pasture rose already full of green hips.

All along through the prairie, the common milkweed still was full of fragrant pink spheres of flowers, but didn’t stop to photograph them till I saw this one next to an early Monarda bloom.

Noticed that the wet place where the irises and cardinal flowers appear (in their respective times) was quite grown up with willows.

Tree swallows (there were three, all flew at my approach,and one returned) perched on a bird house.

Continued on and crossed McCullough Creek (which was quite full) at the rabbit statue bridge,

opposite my usual direction of travel.

Did not go straight out to Race Street but continued north on the path and exited near the “wonky Christmas tree,”

which looked like it had been trimmed (or had grown) since I observed it last.

Turned south on Race Street toward the open farm fields, where there was incredible corn!

Light rain began to fall before I reached Old Church so turned back

Was surprised by two deer, right next to the road.

They were completely unperturbed by my stopping to photograph them.

Then returned to the CL lot, packed the bike into the car and headed home, somewhat better synchronized with the season.