I wasn't the only one drawn by the woods this spring. There were joggers
and dog walkers, families standing in the open meadow and lovers on blankets;
but I seemed to be the only one with my eyes focused on the ground. I'm not
sure what it is that compels me to search the leafy remnants of autumn. I've
asked myself at least a dozen times why I must look down rather than up. Is
there a world that needs discovery or am I just removing myself from this
world to enter another? But why this heavy thinking? Why not just get on with
the adventure?
I didn't have to go very far to transport myself to another world. Up the
hill and around the bend, highlighting the drab brown earth was a patch of
Bloodroot. They have the most peculiar leaves and the most spectacular
flowers. The leaves look like they have been randomly cut out of stiff green
paper-not leaf shaped at all. while the blossoms look like the stars have
fallen right from the sky. As evening arrives, they close their blooms for
us earthly folk and return to the heavens until the sun rises once again.
Just as I was taking in this vision of paradise, a group of young people from
Germany strolled by. I overheard the young woman saying, "Vielleicht, das
sind Alpenblumen". Having a bit of German under my belt I explained that
these lovely flowers look similar to the Alpenblumen that grow in the mountains
of Switzerland and Germany, but in this case, they were definitely Bloodroot.
They get their name from the blood red stems and roots that Native Americans
once used to dye fabrics.
A bit farther up the path, past the jogger who was panting his way down the
trail, I came across the first Green And Gold of the season. Now why
anyone would dash past a flower is beyond me. Panting instead of reflecting
a moment isn't all that good so far as I can see. Better to pause between
laps and take in the sights. Then you get your aerobic exercise in addition
to some nutrition for the soul.
The first Green And Gold blossom sits atop its prostrate leaves and
beams at you like a miniature sun. It's impossible to miss. It beckons to
you. This particular flower is prolific throughout these woods. It is a member
of the composite family - a particularly robust family of flowers including
the daisy. Like many flowers, it has five petals that surround a greenish
center that is dotted with the same shade of yellow as the petals. The only
things that change as the plant matures are that the center becomes even more
yellow.
As though that weren't enough. I notice that there are violets everywhere.
All kinds of violets; Common Blue, Birdfoot, Downy Yellow, Early Blue,
Southern Wood. Each are different and yet the same. Each flower resembles
the shape of the violet we all know -- five petals with a hairy center that
captures the pollen from a visiting bee. Most of the time only leaf shapes
and colors vary. The Early Blue is variegated, blue and white. The Southern
Wood Violet looks like a miniature violet. Its leaves are dark green with
purple veins. The Downy Yellow grows with leaves on its stem whereas all the
others have their leaves at the base. The variations go on and on. Of course,
I have to see them all.
The
violet is actually an herb--meaning that it is edible. In addition to candy
coated violet flowers, the leaves and the flowers can adorn a salad -- if
you do it in moderation. . Too many violets will make you wish you hadn't
rejoiced quite so heartily. They can also be a laxative.
I can hardly bear it.there are flowers everywhere and the promise of more
to come. I see the leaves of the Little Brown Jug - the jugs will come
later. The green leaves of the geranium are already above ground and shortly
the pink blossom will arrive. The Redbud is already in blossom while the cherry
tree only has its buds. Goodness, there is a patch of trilliums awaiting their
blossoms and the Carolina Allspice is naked and bare, waiting a bit
longer for the warmer weather. The Carolina Allspice (a.k.a. Sweet Shrub)
is not the same kind of allspice you use in food - in fact it is quite poisonous
if you eat it. But, why think only of food? The Sweet Shrub promises a fragrance
that will take you out of this world when it wafts through the woods about
a week or two from now.
And here, we have the Smaller Pussytoes. I wonder, who came up with
that name. I get out my hand lens to see how this little flower is put together.
Unlike so many blossoms, this one is so tightly knit together that I can't
see the stamens and pistils - all I see are petals and more petals. At the
moment, they don't exactly look like kitty feet. But, perhaps I am looking
too closely. Drawing back, I have an opportunity to adjust my interpretation.
There are five of these blooms on the end of the stalk. Well, look at that!
They are bunched just like the bottom of a kitten's foot so that's why they
are called Pussytoes.
Now I have learned something.don't always focus on the micro life alone -
I need to take the time to get a big perspective as well. Now I understand
why they are called Pussytoes!
No
matter where I go in North Georgia, there are wildflowers. Many are the same
as those found on Kennesaw Mt. - in fact, most are. This time, I have a few
hours to wander the trails and take more photos but that certainly isn't the
end of my adventure. I will return again and again for several weeks to see
the new arrivals and mourn the fallen ones. No two trips are exactly alike.
Today, a Wild Pea -- tomorrow, a Toadflax. Always there is the world of flowers.
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Editor's note:
Author and photographer Mary Coeli Meyer's first CD will help anyone and
everyone interested in the wildflowers of North Georgia. They are arranged
by color to make it easy to find the particular flower you have discovered
(Ordering information) |
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