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Showing posts with label wild fruit. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wild fruit. Show all posts

Sunday, August 28, 2022

A Late Season Wander Close to Home

 

Pale touch-me-not in early morning light

one jewel

I posted on my Books in Northport blog about the "wilderness" that surrounds me at home. This is an expansion of that theme, with some closeups. The flowers above are also called jewelweed, and this large colony is at home in an old silo base I use as a compost pile. It is surrounded by staghorn sumac, which is also multiplying gloriously.


Milkweed forest at sunrise

Because of a meadow filled with milkweed, I am greeted upon each August afternoon return home with fluttering monarchs in the driveway. Earlier in the season, milkweed flowers (so unobtrusive in appearance) perfumed the air; now some of the leaves give testimony that September is near. 

Fall color, milkweed

Although I say the meadow is a milkweed forest, Queen Anne's-lace in great number is a companion to milkweed in the open stretches. Camera jiggle while I was shooting on HDR setting kept the three exposures from lining up exactly in the photo below, but I liked the effect. The second milkweed image shows more drying flowers curling up into their late-season birds' nest look.

Queen Anne's-lace with camera jiggle

 
"birds' nest" look of late-season Queen Anne's-lace

The northwest corner of the meadow is where I seeded native grasses and wildflowers years ago, and both have been doing well ever since, with no further attention from me. In a week or two, purple coneflowers will be blooming along with these. Later still, myriad asters.

Tall grass prairie grasses and wildflowers


I am happy to see the tall prairie grasses spread ...



... along with the little grey-headed coneflowers.


Can anyone identify this volunteer?



Very welcome Joe Pye-weed volunteer

Over on the very south edge of the meadow, just before the cherry orchard begins, an enormous patch -- more than a patch, more like a forest -- of blackberries has grown up. I don't harvest these because of the proximity to orchard spraying. If one small section of three rows of cherry trees were to be removed, the rest would be far enough away that I wouldn't worry as much -- but oh, well!

Wild blackberry forest

Ripening berries, turning leaves


This is a part of my beloved home ground as we near the end of August.

But oh, no! I almost forgot -- 

the modest little soapwort!







Friday, October 20, 2017

What I See




“Big picture! Big picture!” the Artist frequently reminds me when he sees me scanning the ground at my feet. He’s right to find the big picture important – and I love it, too (see the one above), but little things also form a big part of my world. Sometimes I’m looking for special stones, but I may just as often be seeking clues about who’s been down the road earlier in the morning. Were there deer? Coyotes? Someone walking a dog? Birds or snails, snakes or mice?




Yes, I see the big picture. At this time of year, the bright colors in the landscape are impossible not to see.



But in every season there is some particular tree or plant that grabs my attention day after day and won’t let go. This autumn it’s wild grapevine that I can’t help seeing everywhere. One arduous morning spent tearing and cutting and pulling vines on part of our home property sensitized me to its presence in the passing scenery – climbing trees, clambering over fences, clinging to and nearly smothering everything that will give it a foothold.



In the plant’s defense, we must note that it is native to this area, and its fruit is edibleOn the downside, the vine recognizes no boundariesAnd some years, I’ve noticed, you can search and search without finding any grapes on the vines. Did wildlife get them all, or did the vines simply not bear that year? Well, it isn't as striking in the landscape as the bright fall scarlet of Virginia creeper, but it makes a good contrast.





Some wild foods require far more work than others to harvest and store. I can spend evening after evening contentedly peeling and slicing wild apples (my eye is especially attuned for wild apples in the landscape) for the food dryer (drying fruit concentrates its sugar, so the tartest wild apples become palatable in dried form), but one year of hulling and shelling black walnuts was enough for me. Anyway, the squirrels depend on them to fill their winter larder, so I'll just gather them up and leave them for the squirrels. 


Sunday, September 4, 2016

Wild Apple Time, Too


We see these on our morning walks -- not that Sarah pays much attention to fruit on trees when there are so many good smells on the ground.