It was about 64 degrees F, the sky spread with a diaphanous but ragged sheet of cloud this morning at 6:03 as I guided the newly re-born Rhododendron (which has been riding “like butter,” thank you, Neutral Cycle!) toward Meadowbrook Park.
August has been dry and wondered whether any royal catchfly or cardinal flowers would remain. So my quest was to see what they looked like at this stage of summer.
At Meadowbrook walked Rhododendron toward the Art and Billie Spomer Prairie. To the east, the wooded area looked parched and damaged,
reminding me of some recent events in my life and in the world at large. Is this the direction of everything? Is entropy winning already?
But walked on, over the little wooden bridge spanning a dry bed of McCullough Creek.
As I walked in, there were wingstem,
delicate big bluestem flowers,
the last Baptisia flowers,
the ever-handsome false sunflower,
And then, cream gentian.
And then, lots of cream gentian!
Just under the “vegetation line” they were in recent abundance, the clusters of pointed white flowers, pristine and vigorous. Wondered whether the recent lack of rain was especially favorable for them.
Wondered whether there were any royal catchfly left; did not see any from the path. But walked in a little where I knew they’d been and looked carefully and there they were, the last of the bright red stars.
Saw a lovely cluster of wild quinine flowers lit by the rising sun
The prairie was resplendent with the early sun slanting through the mist on this floral array! Thoughts of damage were banished.
Close to the end of the soft path, encountered a deer (maybe more than one; it’s getting hard to remember), a frequent, but because of their size always noteworthy, occurrence at Meadowbrook Park.
At the end of the soft path where it joined the paved path near the little arch bridge over Davis Creek were blooming wild sage, in their striking shade of light blue.
On the way to the rabbit-statue bridge saw cardinal flowers, advanced in their bloom, at the recently discovered easy-access location.
Stopped on the rabbit-statue bridge and saw still several spikes of red!
Did not go in; was glad at least I’d been close to the red flowers a little earlier.
They were marvelous, even at a distance.