Is this what some mean when they become worried about letting immigrants into our country? They do tend to forget how this country was founded. And that perhaps they became the invasive subjects when they naturalized and literally choked out the native American Indians. Or perhaps, because they know this, they fear it may happen again and they’ll become the minority. Ok, enough politics tonight…
Anyway, the Oyster Plant (Tradescantia spathacea), is a popular Florida garden plant which has become naturalized and “gone wild”.
This bit of color in the shady part of the garden was at the Bonnet House in Ft. Lauderdale.
It is a prolific plant in Florida. Visitors are told that Spanish Moss (Tillandsia usneoides) is an invasive, choking pest, harming trees and other plants that it inhabits. Its dense clusters do seem to cover its hosts. The strange truth is that it is a member of the pineapple family; with tiny flowers that I have yet to see because to see them requires a microscope. I have tried zooming in on the photographs I’ve taken but have yet to find any flower; so perhaps my timing was off, and I did not capture them during their bloom time.
Truth is that Spanish Moss, aka Grandpa’s Beard, is an air plant getting its food and water from the atmosphere. Its host plants provide only a resting place though it has been known to be so dense that the host plant does not enough sunlight and therefore suffers. Folklore is that the plant, “The Meanest Man That Ever Lived”, was from an old man’s hair that grew very, very long and caught on the trees. Things are often not what they seem. But the stories are fun.
This is a member of the lovely vining Morning Glory family, opening its blossoms as the morning light highlights its beauty. However, this species is one of those non-native, Eurasian varieties that is a dreaded invasive visitor in American gardens. Known as Field Bindweed (Convolvulus arvensis) I enjoyed taking its portrait during a morning bike ride along a Lake Michigan pathway in Lincoln Park, far from any cultivated gardens. They appeared a fair distance from a prairie restoration area and were isolated from the golf course by a stone wall making their appearance more tolerable to the native purist. This Bind Weed did emulate its name wrapping around other vegetation proliferating this informal, unplanned area of horticulture.
All images are closeups of a memorial bouquet for someone I knew too briefly.
The art was creative and diverse in both medium and message. Similarly, diversity was the public attendees of this event. This was a perfect photo opportunity. These images focus on the many dogs taking in the scenes. I can’t help but wonder their thoughts.
Springtime represents many new, fresh things: rebirth, fresh starts, happier days, youth, hope. I have been negligent in my blog posts this winter due mostly to multiple major projects happening at the same time in my life. I am humbled finding that during my absense I have increased in “likes” and followers. I admit that your positive responses inspire me to keep posting since my purpose of this blog is to share nature’s wonders.
The Crocus in the foreground has appeared each spring in my posts. It was the first bulb planted when we bought our home 30 years ago and it faithfully brightens spirits when winter’s toll has me yearning for a sign of spring. This avid gardeners has planted more Crocus over the years. But this one old Crocus holds a special place in my heart each time it re-appears. Seeing an old, fathful friend offers a warmth that new discoveries cannot quite match.
I try to avoid clichés and puns in my posts. Nevertheless, guess I am just in a silly mood today. We have two bucks visiting our yard to dine on the Yews and Hostas and Lilies. This one is the larger and older of the two. Always a joy to watch.
What does this spring beauty stir in your mind? Regards, new life, unrequited love, or egoism? There seem to be as many meanings associated with Daffodils are there are peoples who have enjoyed its beauty. And I know this lovely brings negative thoughts for those that suffer allergic ills when too close.
Late afternoon sun lit the daffodil in these portraits. Digital images have the ability to capture details and texture under high contrast light that film was never able to render.
For more confusion on what the name “Daffodil” means: http://thedaffodilsociety.com/wordpress/miscellany/daffodilsthe-language-of-flowers/
Trouble resides at the near-by stable. Imagine a wild, small game hunter who craves the warmth of human kindnesses. Her split personality shows its sweet side in human’s presence allowing her welcome access to each neighbor’s gardens. Since our beloved Tigger has passed, Trouble has added our garden to her expansive territory and into our hearts. Her choice spot is directly under our bird bath, so it is certain the birds don’t share our welcoming attitudes.