Willow oak (Quercus phellos) leaves emerging.
Remember how the elms flowered and fruited first, and then leafed? Oaks let it all hang out at the same time. And unlike elms, oaks are helped by pollinating insects.
I’ve loved three willow oaks so far: Continue reading “Willow oak flowers”
White clover seeded itself into our driveway cracks, so I took photos yesterday, the better to learn it.
Each flower is flowers: a globe of up to 50 tiny flowers, each with “a small standard and two side petals that enclose the keel.” So says Illinioswildflowers.info.
Standard? Like the synonym for flag? Continue reading “Driveway-Crack Flowers: White Clover”
Look around the interstates right now, and the white trees you see are black. Black locust. There may be dogwood lingering, and I hope there is, but the two can’t be confused. Locust blooms are not little white plates stretched on graceful branches in the understory: rather, they are white bunches of grapes drooped from scraggly canopy. And they smell divine. Continue reading “Black locust bloom”
Yard Salad. An incomplete list, and a couple years old, but I wanted to put it back out there. There are benefits to being lazy and cheap and not mowing too soon in the spring. Continue reading “Spring yard salad”
Radnor Lake posted pics of dwarf larkspur drifts, so I had to go. Flowers in blue and purple do exert a pull. Bluebell woods are the prime example, but dwarf larkspur is a biggie too, so to speak. Continue reading “Dwarf. Lark. Spur.”
If you like wisteria,
If you can momentarily forget this is the exotic wisteria classed as invasive here,
If you need to lie on a blanket and see sky through cascades of blue-violet racemes,
and if allergies permit fragrance in Surround Sound,
go to the front lawn of the old Catholic Diocese on 21st Avenue South. Evening air intensifies the scent.
Here’s a spring flower so teeny you might never know it’s in the yard, but I bet it’s there. If you have a patch of the usual European yard weeds like speedwell and ground ivy, go look for this native one nearby. Continue reading “Little Miss Nomer: Baby Blue Eyes”
We drove down I-40 yesterday sandwiched between drifts of white. All the white blooms massed atop limestone cuttings, up Interstate shoulders and down in fields were pretty, I admit, but they were all Bradfords. Continue reading “Dirty Socks (a.k.a. Bradford Pears)”
“SELECT-A-SPRING”
We have a wide range of choices. Here are a few:
Astronomical
Solar
Calendar-based
Meteorological Continue reading “Select a Spring”
Red maples are on my radar this year. Not Japanese red maples, which, believe it or not, seed themselves into invasive status in some areas of the U.S., but the native kind, the kind with leaves that don’t go fully red till fall color kicks in. Acer rubrum. Our red maples have red buds, red flowers, and reddish seeds, too.
They’ve given me a lovely example of From Flower to Fruit.
On March 4, I posted a picture of a cluster of female flowers:
Red maples can have all male flowers on a tree, all female, or a mix. Nature is never dull. Continue reading “Red maple from flower to fruit”
SIDEWALK NATURE 