August 16, 2008

Swamps, bogs, marshes and fens

Checking out the various wetland trails in the area got me confused. What is the difference between swamps, bogs, marshes and fens? I went online with the question and found the answer on the International Carniverous Plant Society website http://www.sarracenia.com/faq/faq4120.html . All are wetlands but here is what they say about the various types:

Bog, peat: Characterized by vegetation which is not decaying rapidly, so the undecayed material accumulates as peat. Sphagnum moss is a common inhabitant of bogs. Contrary to popular belief, bogs are not necessarily smelly places—none of the carnivorous plant bogs I have visited are dens of putrefaction. Certainly, an occasionally mucky spot will release a choice cloud of gas when trod upon, but on the whole bogs are very fresh and clean.

Fens: Similar to bogs, but where the nutrient levels are higher because they are fed and drained with streamwater. Sphagnum may be present, but is absent in rich fens.

Marsh: These are wetlands are populated with emergents—plants like cattails or a saw grass, which grow in the mud underwater but which stick out above the water level. Many marshes are brackish or saltwater wetlands (carnivorous plants only grow in freshwater).

Swamp: Flooded forests. In the USA, typical trees in swamps are cypress and tupelo. Floodplain forests (only seasonally flooded) are not swamps. Nor are forests that have been inundated by beaver action—the trees in this case are probably doomed because they are not adapted to such high water tables.

They have a longer list but my confusion centered on these 4 types.

August 16, 2008

What I did on my summer vacation - part 2

After hiking Bishop’s Bog, I decided to try hiking another trail. The next day, I went to the West Lake Nature Preserve to hike their Marsh Trail. The park had very nice facilities with bathrooms and a picnic shelter and clear signs leading to the trails. I grabbed my walking stick and fanny pack with my first aid kit, camera and water and started out. I was surprised to find a short trail named for a family friend who passed away a number of years ago. Our family used to get together with the Bushey family every labor day for boating, swimming and barbecue.  

The trail wandered through the woods, at first paved, then using wood chips to mark out the path. I saw another deer, but this one didn’t stop to check me out.     When I got to the Marsh Trail I was surprised at how much more varied the plant life was than at Bishop’s Bog.   Flowers that I originally thought were Arrowhead were blooming but I was wrong. Arrowhead flowers are white and look like this.  It took a lot of online searching but I finally figured out that the purple plant was Pickerel Weed. The leaves can look very similar to Arrowhead plants.

 I also spotted  this strange flowering shrub. I later figured out that it is called a Button Bush.  It’s latin name is Cephalanthus occidentalis, also called Honeyball. This is a native plant, important for the wetlands as the seeds provide food for various water birds and the blossoms provide nectar for butterflies and moths. It is the host plant for the Sphinx moth, a large and impressive looking moth.

 The marsh trail had the same plastic docking so my shoes and pants were quickly soaked again. Still the day was warm and mostly sunny at this point so getting wet didn’t matter much. This area, unlike Bishop’s Bog had lots of purple loosestrife; a pretty flower but a nonnative invasive that is crowding out the natives and upsetting the balance of the environment.

The trail wandered back into the woods where I found a bench to rest. I noticed a cryptic note taped to lower area and realized that I had stumbled on to a letterboxing trail. Cool. I’ll have to come back another day to follow the clues and try to find the box. But not today.

I moved onto the bog trail and though the view was similar to the previous day’s hike with tamarack trees and a peat floor, I was able to find blueberry bushes and cranberries. I didn’t realize that cranberries grew on these weak little plants. I grabbed a few handfuls of blueberries  - delicious, but the cranberries weren’t ripe yet.

    

  I was excited to also discover pitcher plants growing in the peat bog near the trail and excitedly searched for Sundew plants, the other carniverous plant that was supposed to grow in this bog. Sadly, I couldn’t find any. When I kneeled down to get a closer photo, the smell of decay hit me. Maybe this is how they attract bugs to eat.

  The trail ended at West Lake, surrounded by large homes. Coming out of the wilderness and into suburbia was a bit of a shock. At this point, looking across the lake, I noticed that the clouds were taking over the sky. It was starting to look as though it might rain. I was a couple of miles from the picnic shelter area and my car so I made my way back at a quicker pace.

I wasn’t fast enough. While I was in a more open part of the trail it began to rain. I was walking along the forest edge so I hugged the trees and shrubs along the side of the trail and was able to avoid the worst of it. I got back to the picnic shelter and from there I ran to my car. The adventure was over. At least for the day.

August 12, 2008

How I spent my summer vacation

Where has the summer gone? I feel as though I wasted a lot of time doing very little, including writing in my blog. I started out surfing the blog, seeing what others had to say and looking for inspiration. But, instead of being inspired, I became intimidated. There are so many good writers out there and wonderful artists that can express themselves so much better than myself. Every time I tried to write down a thought, I just couldn’t do it. I really hate myself when I am indecisive and timid.

Well now I am back and I plan on being more productive. Let’s get back on topic…

This has been one of the nicest summers so far. Not too hot, rain at least once a week makes for a happy garden and comfortable sleeping at night. I guess the sun bunnies and bathing beauties may not be too happy but all my gardening friends have been uncommonly cheerful.

I was on vacation from work all last week, but realized that I had no money to go anywhere so I planned a staycation. The first weekend thru Monday were spent getting stuff done like getting the car fixed, taking Mom’s cat to the vet, doing laundry, running errands, etc. During this time the weather was humid or rainy and not really comfortable for my plans. On Tuesday, the weather cleared and the rest of the week was beautiful, sunny, dry and in the mid to upper 70’s - perfect weather for hiking.

There are a lot of great hiking trails in this area, lots of small lakes and woods so I decided to explore. I’ve lived in this area all my life, but there is so much that I haven’t seen.

The first hike was Bishop’s Bog Preserve which I had never heard of until I saw it listed in a book called 50 Hikes in Michigan. Bishop’s Bog is a 152-acre “relict” bog, the largest is SW Michigan. From what I understand, this bog developed after the glaciers from the last ice age receded. It includes northern plant life that normally would not grow this far south.

It was a good long walk of about 4 1/2 miles on plastic decking that floats on top of the bog. The first half was pretty dry but it got increasingly wet until it was more like a marsh than a bog.  The floating docks had small holes (probably for water runoff) but every time I stepped on it, no matter how carefully, little geysers of water would shoot up and soak my shoes and pants. Pretty soon I was wet from my knees on down. It didn’t matter. It was a beautiful day and I had a great time.

tamarack trees and brush tamarack trees       

Some of the best shots, including a mystery flower which I haven’t been able to identify.

The next day I visited the West Lake Nature Preserve; more trails including a marsh trail. which brought up the question, what is the difference between a marsh, bog, fen, and swamp. It’s late, so I’ll have to continue my summer vacation adventures tomorrow.

June 28, 2008

Pulling Weeds

For some strange reason I’m really in the mood to pull weeds today. I’m at work right now and am taking a break from staring at the computer and correcting the errors of others, so I won’t get to the gardens until this evening.

Except for mowing and a little bit of emergency pruning, I’ve pretty much ignored the garden this year and it looks it. The jungle that I usually struggle with in August is in full force now. When Sammi was with me, we would go out and I would throw a frisbee or a ball around two or three times a day. Then, while she did her thing, I would pull a few weeds or deadhead a few flowers. This was how I kept some control over the weeds. Because she is gone, I don’t get out like I used to so the weeds have taken over.

Today is different. Yes I am tired and would like to take a little nap, but the air isn’t as hot and oppressive as it has been for the last few days. So I’ll change into my grubbies and get a little dirty before dinner. We had some rain this morning so hopefully the ground will be moist and easy to clear.

Let’s see what’s blooming now.

June 23, 2008

A Spiritual Moment

I am currently cat-sitting for my mother, visiting friends across the ocean. The cat had to go to the vet’s today for a health care visit. By the time we got back home it was past seven and the shadows outside were getting long.

I really love my Mom’s house. It’s kind of tucked away in a little country spot, surrounded by pine trees, with only 3 houses down a little dirt lane. I opened the back door to let in some fresh air and noticed a slight movement on the other side of the neighbor’s fence. I stepped out onto the patio to get a closer look.

It was a deer, quietly eating some corn. Soon another larger deer joined the smaller one. One of those little fox squirrels chittered at me then ran almost up to my foot to take a closer look. I guess he decided I was okay, so he ran off playing tag and climbing trees. A couple of rabbits slowly hopped by, a few yards away and stopped to nibble the grass that I had planned on cutting this weekend. Next visitor was a tiny hummingbird, who fearlessly perched on a nearby branch and decided to groom himself.

The two deer caught my eye again, they had both moved a little to the right to make room for a solitary turkey, also eyeing the corn. One of the bunnies hopped by this tableau, and a picture came to my mind of the Peaceable Kingdom paintings showing all animals living together in harmony.

I felt that I was on the verge of a spiritual moment, and I’m not a particularly religious person, when…the pizza guy arrived.

That is a spiritual moment in itself.

June 23, 2008

The Artful Life - Taking Baby Steps

It’s been years since I’ve seriously pursued any type of art or crafts in my life, with the exception of some nature craft programs I led for various youth groups. Work, school, and just life in general interfered. The funny thing was, I didn’t miss it…well I was busy. Then last year, I had an art asthetics course. Even though I felt it was a waste of time for my field of study, it was the fact of experiencing dance and music concerts, and student art shows. I had little background in these areas.

It reminded of my childhood when I seriouly wanted to be an artist. My interest manifested itself by using sheet after sheet of typing paper and sketching everything I could see. My hero was Gwen Frostic and I remembered being thrilled speechless when Mom took me to meet her when I was in 2nd grade. I even got to shake her hand.

As I got older, my interests changed to the performing arts and costume design. From costumes I moved into directing and producing plays and moved further away from the arts and towards the business of end of theatre.

Now it’s time to head back. The first step is to straighten up and organize my craft room. Since I haven’t really used it recently, it had turned into a storage area. I’d also like to find my idea book, a large sketch pad that I used to doodle in, pasted inspirational pictures and photos in, or entered poems or words that served as a catalyst to a project.

June 4, 2008

Sammi Tails

I got Sammi in March of…I think 1992 or 93. One of our hourly staff, a college student named Rachael, had been telling me how her boyfriend had gotten a dog for her, then found out from her landlord that dogs weren’t allowed at her apartment complex. So the boyfriend had the dog at his parent’s house. Apparently the parents didn’t like dogs so she was tied up in the garage with no contact at all except for feedings.

I have a soft spot when it comes to animals. I can’t stand seeing any creature, domestic or wild being mistreated. And I grew up with all sorts of critters…dogs, cats, fish, snakes, hamsters - I even had a white rat for three years before I developed an allergy and we had to find a new home for him. I think having pets is a requirement when you grow up in the country with a house full of kids. I also had a tendency to make friends with all the neighborhood pets, one time even a goat.

Still, all grown up, I prefer cats to anything else. But when Rachael told me about the dog and her maltreatment, my heart just went out to her. Before I knew what I was doing, I said I would take her, sight unseen. I had just bought my first house with an enclosed backyard, good for running around, so I thought I could manage dog ownership.

And so I became Sammi’s person. Sammi was the name she came with and I didn’t want to mess her up by calling her something else. However, she soon acquired the nickname and answered to Bubby (from the words babe and puppy.) She was part golden retriever, part cocker spaniel and already over a year old. Because of her confinement, she was submissive and had forgotten any training she had had. It took about 4-6 months to re-house break her, coming home at lunch to let her out and putting out newspapers at night. She looked like a half-sized golden retriever and had the personality as well.

Very good natured and sweet and eager to please, and even though I wasn’t sure about how I felt about keeping a dog, she eventually won me over. At that time, I also had 2 cats and they absolutely hated each other, but they both liked and got along well with Sammi.

Because she was still young, she had a ton of energy. She was, after all, a retriever and needed to run. We would walk about a mile every morning in the dark, and almost 2 miles each evening for the first two years I had her. We also loved playing frisbee, though I was a horrible thrower and she was bad at catching.

 On weekends, we would go out to the country to Mom’s house where she could run free. She came to think of the country as her second home. She made friends with the neighbors’ dogs, in the city and the country. She tended to like smaller animals and was a total coward with dogs her size or bigger. There was a big, old black lab that she hung out with in the country and she had a toy poodle friend that she would play with in the city. 

The hunter in her would come out with every squirrel she would chase, or each raccoon and possum she would tree or with her nose to the ground, following the turkey and deer trails. And of course, she loved the water, even enjoying her baths in the tub.

Good girl. 

May 27, 2008

Scents in the Air

I drove over on the west side of town the other day. The day was sunny and warm and I had the window rolled down. Just past the mall and across the street from one of the local radio stations, a lovely scent blew in. I took a deep breathe. Ahhhh. It was mint. There, in the middle of doctor’s offices and apartments is the Kalamazoo Mint Farm  , at least that’s what I always called it. On different days you can smell the different herbs that are being processed. Usually the mint is the strongest scent but there are also oregano days, which usually makes me want a pizza. It’s a bit of a throwback to Kalamazoo’s agricultural days. If you go over to the east side of town, where it still is actually country, not city, you can see the greenhouses of bedding plants where they used to grow celery  at the turn of the century.

On the other hand, while at Mom’s house Sunday, a sweet smell permeated the whole neighborhood. At first I thought it was very pleasant but after a while, it just got sickening. I never realized what cloying meant until I lived with that smell for an afternoon. It turns out that it was a large number of Autumn Olive trees in bloom up the dirt lane.  It is an attractive shrub/tree originally from Asia with silvery leaves (the undersides, anyway).

Autumn olive (Elaeagnus umbellata ) is often planted to provide food for birds and wildlife, but the experts usually neglect to mention how aggressive the plant is and it’s tendency to spread and take over native plantings. Once you plant it, you’ll be digging out saplings constantly.

May 9, 2008

what’s in a name ? More unusual flower names

A large number of the flowers I mention are shade plants, often woodland natives. You may (or not) notice that these are very small plants and they bloom early in the spring. They bloom early in order to complete their growing season before the leaves come out on the trees, while they can still get to the sun. Once the leaves come out, it creates a shade environment - no more sun reaching the floor and so the growing season ends.

On the other hand, native prairie plants tend to have a slower growing season, with many blooming at the height of summer in July and August.

So I’ve decided to continue my list of unusual plant names….

Heartsease -(Viola tricolor )  another name for pansy, usually associated with the smaller, old fashioned kind. They were once used in love charms. Shakespeare called them Love-in-Idleness and they were mentioned as an ingredient in A Midsummer Night’s Dream. I’ve also heard them called johnny jump-ups. They are edible and are sugared or candied as cake toppings or put in salads.

Spring Beauty -(Claytonia virginica)  A tiny woodland flower, one of the earliest bloomers. The flower petals are white to attract the early insects, with bright pink “landing lines” to guide them in to the pollen and nectar, helping them come in for a landing.

Blue-eyed Mary -(Collinsia verna)  These tiny flowers are prolific at the local nature center. They are apparently rare enough that wildflower worshippers come from all over the Great Lakes region to see them here in Michigan when they are in bloom. I mistook them, at first, for violets.

Squirrel corn - (Dicentra canadensis)  Another native relative of Bleeding Heart and Dutchman’s Breeches. You can see the resemblance to the other two, especially the heart-shape of the Bleeding Heart. Since Dutchman’s Breeches and Squirrel Corn bloom within a week or two of each other, you need to look closely to see the difference and one is often confused with the other.

Cranesbill (geraniums)  This is a true geranium, a hardy perennial garden flower. Usually, when someone calls a flower a geranium, it is the common name of an annual plant whose botanical name is (Pelargonium)  (no relation at all to the true geraniums) which blooms in clumps, while the cranesbills bloom singly. The name cranesbill comes from the seeds of the flowers which, as you can guess, look like the curved bill of a crane.

Pinks - (dianthus)   also known as carnations. A very old garden flower, they are called “pinks”, not because they are pink but because the edges of the flowers have serrations or fringes like they were “pinked” as being cut with pinking shears.

Pincushion flower - (Scabiosa)  a summer perennial flower that blooms in pink, blue and lavender. The center petals are much more compact, giving a rounded shape like a pincushion. The butterflies love this plant. I can tell you from experience, the plants need well drained soil, not clay.

Star of Bethlehem -(Ornithogalum umbellatum)  The flower appeared in my backyard one year and it just keeps spreading. The flowers are pretty so I let it bloom wherever it wants, in the garden or in the grass, mowing around it until it is done flowering, then I simply mow it down. It is a native of eastern Europe and the Middle East.

Foxglove - (digitalis purpurea)  One of my favorite garden flowers. Even though it’s a biennial, mine have been blooming nicely for the last two years in a row. They also come in white, yellow and lavender colors and do reseed themselves. They have these lovely freckles on the inside of the tubular-shaped flower. This is a medicinal plant, digitalis - the heart medicine, but it is also extremely poisonous. Digitalis means “finger-like” and refers to the flowers that can fit over a human fingertip. 

Bachelor’s Button- (Centaurea Cyranus) -  also called Cornflower. These raggedy looking annuals are one of the few true blue flowers in nature. Called cornflowers because in their native southern europe they grow wild among the cornfields. I have heard one story that the flower’s name ”bachelor’s button” came about because these were the flowers young men wore as boutonnieres, tucked in their buttonholes.  

Rattlesnake Master (Eryngium yuccifolium) -  A native perennial plant that can get up to 5′ tall. It is a member of the Carrot family and resembles a yucca. In the past, the dried seedheads of Rattlesnake Master were used as rattles by natives. Pioneers thought the roots could be used as an effective antidote to rattlesnake bite.

Trout Lily -(Erythronium americanum)  An early spring woodland native, it goes by several other unusual names, all relating to some characteristic of the plant. “Trout lily” comes from the resemblance of its mottled leaves to the colouring on a trout. “Adder’s tongue” refers to the similarity between a snake’s tongue and the sharply pointed, unopened purple leaves as they poke through the dense forest litter. “Dogtooth violet”, the name I know it by, is supposed to have a white, tooth-like shaped  corm, though the plant itself does not look like a dog-tooth nor is it a violet.

Bears Breeches -(Acanthus Spinosus)  a large, unusual garden plant originally from the Mediterranean area that can get as large as 3-4 feet high. I originally fell in love with these striking plants at the Chicago Botanical Gardens, growing in the full sun. Since their growing zone was a zone 6 and I live in zone 5. I worried about the plant survivng our winters. The same summer, I made another visit to a local nursery specializing in shade plants and saw the same plant, this time under a canopy of leaves from the trees. I was sold. My plants are in an area of the yard that gets an hour or two sunlight a day. They suffered in the drought last year but are sprouting again this spring and looking great.

April 27, 2008

Designs in Nature

There are all sorts of interesting shapes and uses of colors in nature, you just have to look a little closer to notice. Some flowers look as though an impressionist artist added some strokes, others have a modern, abstract look. Some are spare, others, baroque. I played around with a couple of them, trying to bring out and emphasize the use of color.