Sunday, May 31, 2009
Here yet another mystery butterfly eyed in the garden. This one sits upon a wood anemone looking very fresh and lady like with its collar of lace. The third butterfly I have not found in my 'Audubon Society Field Guide to North American Butterflies' which leads me to seek out another more comprehensive guide or perhaps some of you out there in the virtual world may know what lepidopterist have labeled this little specimen. I love the wild in our gardens... all the gardens are rather informal and rambling but I truly delight in the hundreds of field wild flowers that are returning after their seeds waited for years for a chance to swell and flourish into the light of day tickled by butterflies and combed by moths in the cool glow of moonlight.
It took a committed gardener/farmer to fight for their rights to set roots again, where invasive saplings, briars and vines were rampant. If one looks closely, the growth of honey locust, wild roses and sumach and more still continue on and will climb high over the delicate plants of wild geranium, false solomon's seal, clovers, wild strawberries and sweet rocket to mention a few I can name. It has taken years to finally have the fields filled with such lovely flowers both for their beauty and the food they supply to countless bees and butterflies. We must now walk in and around the fields and nip those undesirables out from where they attempt to grow, leaving the goldenrod and asters for later blooms. The blueberry fields too have won over from the hard efforts of many over the last decade. We remain vigilant in our efforts to cut out young maple, beech or birch saplings that want to grow in the middle of a blueberry shrub. Those splendid trees have free rein in the forest, but the fields will remain open for wild native plants bearing nectar and fruit for all life about this farm. That is of course as long as the gardeners are able to keep up the charge.
One plant native to Europe and Asia was introduced by myself truly into the gardens and has become wild-like with a not so welcome habit of wandering all over the grounds. The plant I refer to is Comfrey also known as Boneset or Slippery Root, for it has a long fleshy root that makes it hard to dig completely out and with one tiny piece the clever herbaceous being can regenerate itself. I do tolerate it in my rather untidy garden beds for its lovely spiraling clusters of mauve tubular flowers that you will note... in the first four photos above... the hummingbird adores. It must be nutritious nectar for the plant is high in nitrogen and was originally placed near the compost ... which has moved around over the years as the gardens have expanded, leaving bits of comfrey to multiply here and there. I am also beholding to Comfrey for curing me of eczema oh so many years ago now. Another of Comfrey's attributes is that it is a blood purifier (I should throw out a word of caution here... take care in how fast you clean your blood, for the liver can have an overdose of toxins... it gave me no ills but I have heard tales of near death.) so it is a struggle to remove Comfrey, in both a psychological and physical way, but we continue to do so only to have it return year after year. Uprooting begins after the flowers have passed so as not to upset the hummingbird.
I am quite happy with the purple-black columbines that are naturalizing in the old rock garden area just beneath an old apple tree (where the wild honey bee swarm was recently). I am guessing it is the Aquilegia vulgaris "Magpie". I marvel at how they can grow up through the tenacious bishop's weed which has taken over that area as well as most of the gardens. The key is to grow taller than the bishop's or gout weed. The beloved hummingbird also visits the columbine so we are pleased all around for the astute self-sowing columbine.
This last day of May ends with kudos to 'Native Wild Things' (along with a few non native... non invasive plants... especially that lovely stand of Dame's (sweet) rocket in the north field) may they 'live long and prosper'... we take exception to rabbits that eat our wild and cultivated things!
Friday, May 29, 2009
An old nursery rhyme comes to mind...
"Rain Rain Go Away
Come Again Another Day!"
A Very Wet Blooming Friday no way to record this day. If you scroll down to my last post you can see what keeps the blooms a coming. Thanks to our hostess - Katarina http://rosorochris.blogspot.com/
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
There is a ritual this time of year when the wild honey bees just have had it with their accommodations and overcrowding. The bee hive high in the Rock Maple anointed a new queen and about half of the colony (mostly workers) took leave with her. They landed for a bit in an old apple tree in the rock garden area. I was taking the day off from working in the gardens and just out taking photos, when eyeing the large dark form from a distance. At first I believed it to be tent caterpillars and wondered how I could have overlooked those nasty critters. I was quite delighted to see upon closer viewing that indeed a wild honey bee swarm had formed in such an opportune location for my observing and documenting. The size grew over the few hours I kept watch, and scouts were coming and going seeking a site for their new digs. I could easily see them doing their waggle dance to show the directions of the various site findings, as I was able to stand very close. The honey bees are very docile at this in between lodgings time... no hive to protect so no need to be aggressive. This rather thick skein like cluster was protecting a queen who must have been somewhere in all the mass of bee. Protect her they must for their very lives depend on her good health... if she should die during this unsettling time the entire new hive will go to their grave with her. Such strain and consequence for one tiny queen. Hundreds of little bitty golden bodies with striped abdomens piled on top of one another... somehow the information ... perhaps descriptions... but certainly directions gets to the queen and I think she decides when to head out and must send a signal for all her subjects to fly... and fly they did when my back was turned for a moment to capture pictures of the little folded-winged skipper in my last post. I was bending down close to the small butterfly when I heard the unmistakable HUMMING of hundreds if not thousands of bees... turning around I was surrounded by them and clicked away. The wild honey bees were en masse and slowly rising up towards the west pines like a cloud floating away till out of sight and no longer part of my day. Meanwhile I checked the old hive and the bees seemed a bit agitated by all the drama. There were even several still lingering at the apple tree after the others had flown. I hope all is well with the newly divided colony and that now two hives of wild honey bees will prosper for we simply cannot do without them.