Archive for the ‘Flowers’ Category
Reclamation
Taraxacum officinale
Kalanchoe daigremontiana
Portulaca oleracea
Succulents and dandelions reclaim sandy soil from a tired, cracking tennis court. In the words of author Richard Powers, “There’s always as much belowground as above.”
Flamboyant Tree
Delonix regia
Antigua locals call this tree “chuk chuk” due to the sound the seed pod makes when used as a rhythmic musical instrument.
Buttonbush
Cephalanthus occidentalis
Click here for buttonbush photos taken over 1,700 miles away from the one featured above.
American Trout Lily, Erythronium americanum
Hikers flock to Raven Cliff Falls Trail for the rush of falling water, but a trip in early April offers subtler beauty along the way.
Since ninety-nine percent of trout lily plants are non-flowering, the illusive perennials pictured above are one-percenters thriving in the mountains of White County.
May Day Flurries
A flurry of cottonwood seeds occupy an entrance to the North Oconee River Greenway.
Buttonbush Pollination
A year ago this month I discovered a white, spherical flower growing beside a narrow creek. Seven months later I bought a used kayak, and now I meet buttonbush all the time along lakes and rivers.
Lofton Creek
Aquatic wanderlust began developing around puberty. Oblivious to the primordial black water flow beneath Highway A1A, my friends and I started crossing the bridge over Lofton Creek in 1992. A couple older brothers with cars finally convinced us devout skaters to give surfing a go, so whenever waves broke on Amelia Island, we loaded up the surfboards at the crack of dawn and piled into Bill’s orange VW Vanagon (with the pop top camper), or Gabe’s brown Buick Station Wagon (with our favorite rear-facing “way back seat” to make faces at cars behind us). Fugazi’s “Repeater,” or Bob Marley’s “Legend” blared from open windows while we envisioned rare perfect waves at the end of the familiar 40 minute car ride. Bleary-eyed, we noticed little else along the way.
Landlocked in North Georgia now for almost two decades, I surf only a few times a year, but kayaking has become the surrogate sport. After a few hundred trips across the same bridge, Lofton Creek (not the Atlantic) was the first destination when I migrated home to the coast this summer.
Paddlers slip boats down the Melton Nelson Boat Ramp into a prehistoric world (more so once out of earshot from highway traffic). Many of the haunting spanish moss draped cypress trees that give the tannic water its signature sweet tea hue are over 500 years old. Paddle north to meet a cypress that’s been growing for over 2,000 years.
Viridescent pickerelweed clumps subtly announce narrow entrances to Lofton Creek’s labyrinth (where wayward paddlers easily get lost).
A sole cardinal flower rises above pickerelweed.
Southbound, the hardwood forest gradually transitions into salt marsh soundclouds.
Canopy submits to blue sky.
Estival Starts
Sprouted from fallen kernels, two young sunflowers occupy the southwest corner of the vegetable bed among okra and Thai red pepper comrades. Welcome.
The first tomatoes appear mid-June amidst hopes of an extended growing season (likely, if this winter’s as mild as last).
