There was a wildly diverse garden growing here on the dam, and the dew was perfect, so I got the ol’ camera out again, and started seeing what was what. There was a throwback to the sixties, pokeweed, in all its psychedelic glory.
Thistles were peaking, and I knew that later on they would be hosting tiger swallowtails, metalmarks and goldfinches.
There were heathers and ferns and sumac, and grasses with their tips painted vermilion as though a blood trail were spouted over them. The sumacs were doing that too, their green-fringed arms sporting the brightest red tassels, as though the former inhabitants of this place come back every fall for celebrations, hunts and feasts. There was stuff I didn’t know the name of, too, and I took pics for later identification. Anybody know what this is? Heaven forbid that I should have to Google it up.
I wanna find out what this is, too. These are the things that are mostly big white seeds under the skin and when you pinch them you can shoot them at your friends. I didn’t find these till later, but as long as somebody may be looking stuff up…
Like I said, the dew was perfect, and before I had traversed half the length of the dam, my socks were soaked. It not being too chilly, I just shrugged and went with it. I could sit and dry them later.
I turned my attention to the lake bed. Deeply cracked, indecently exposed, well, I had to look. Maybe a 1966 Hula Popper was in there. Ya never know
Killdeer~gotta go to my weekly meeting of the Chagrined Again Hunting Club
Topic: The Incredible Shrinking Woman's Hunt (Read 10943 times)
