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,
and purple coneflowers,
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:
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!