Signs of life


I tend to think of the horticultural year following the calendar year. I often have a few hardy flowers hanging on in sheltered areas of my garden well into December. The weather in England is mild, but the early days of January can bring some harsh cold. But rarely, if ever, pipe freezing cold.

But by the end of the first month I expect to signs of spring, the hellebores in bloom – the green tips of narcissus and snowdrops poking through.

The hellebores are in bloom (pictures from last year) and the bulbs are coming up.

We took a walk in Richmond Park today – for the first time in a while. The weather has been so rainy and overcast that we can barely go for short local walks some days.

In Richmond Park, the witch hazel trees are in bloom. I’ve never been able to take any photos of witch hazels that I’ve been happy with – so this one is from Mason Bryant that I found on Flickr. It was too gray today to an attempt a shot against the sky and I can’t seem to get the effect I want with the camera’s automatic flash. And I guess I can never quite capture the sweet and spicy smell of the witch hazel or the brightness of the yellow in a bare and cold winter forrest.

I did photograph some other signs that the horticultural cycle is starting over. Like these incredibly early azaleas

first azalea - enhanced version

or these mahonias – another sweet yellow bloomer in the winter woodscape

mahonia

Soltice sun

Yesterday was the shortest day of the year and also the Vol-in-Law’s birthday. As we did last year, we took a walk in the deer park.

soltice sunset

It was very cold and the lake was frozen over

sunset on frozen lake

And the pond was frozen over, too. And we learned that ducks either can’t read or just think that it won’t happen to them.

So it's one rule for ducks?

Sunset in Richmond Park

richmond park sunset

No goose down

I posted yesterday about my fears for the welfare of a pair of Egyptian Goose Goslings. Well, I think saw them today in our walk in the park.

They were really cute before:

Egyptian goose and goslings

But I’m afraid that when they get big…

Egyptian Geese

–they get ugly

gosling

(But like so ugly they’re kinda cute…) Anyway, I was relieved to see them. And then just as we were moving on – some woman’s dog starts chasing after them and they just barely made it to the water in time. I thought I was going to see the little goslings get eaten after all. Then the dog remembered he could swim. And I really thought I was gonna see gosling slaughter. But, the dog gave up.

And what did the owner do? Did she call him off. No, she just chuckled indulgently.

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We saw other kinds of wicked bird behavior today, too. The swans with their swanlings thought that a Canadian goose got a little too close for comfort so the swan bit down on the goose’s ass feathers. The goose swam/water skated/flew all over the place trying to shake his tail feathers (and the swan) – but not til the goose got onto land did the swan let go. It was hilarious. Though kind of scary.

Swans. Did you know that they can break your arm with one beat of their mighty wings?

Goosey gone

gosling

I think these little guys have been eaten. I’ve been looking for them every time I visit the park. I’ve seen their parents (Egyptian geese), but no sign of the goslings on a number of occasions now.

The mountain laurel

Regular readers may know that I’m quite fond of visiting Richmond Deer Park and since becoming pregnant we’ve gone even more regularly. It’s not smoky, focused on drinking and the long walks are healthful and relaxing. And recently, walking is the only thing that reduces the increasingly uncomfortable swelling in my feet and legs.

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In the Spring, the most beautiful part of the park is the Isabella Plantation – a fenced in area (to keep the deer out) known for its magnolias, azaleas and rhododendrons. There are great drifts of azaleas to rival to the most ambitious dogwood-trailer in Knoxville (but of course, there are no dogwoods).

On Sunday, we went a way I hadn’t gone before and I noticed an enormous mountain laurel. It must have been very old, because laurel as extremely slow growing. It wasn’t yet in full bloom.

Kalmia Latifolia

I pointed it out to the Vol-in-Law. I was pretty excited, because it’s a native of the Eastern US – and a formerly favorite plant of mine (since I worked at a garden center I had a lot of favorite plants) and I’ve always liked the unusual crinkled flower buds. Its latin name is Kalmia latifolia. Apparently, it was once very fashionable among the plant collectors of Europe (probably because it is so slow growing and a little picky about conditions). I don’t know if the variety pictured above is anything special, but you can now buy cultivars which are quite showy and useful in a partly shaded, acidic garden.

Linnaeus, the father of modern taxonomy, himself named this plant after a friend. I told all this to the ViL – and how I’d also read recently that Linnaeus named nasty plants – like stinkweed – after his critics and detractors.

The unsolicted comment

In England, unlike America, the unsolicited comment is frowned upon. You can’t just – as a passer by – say “Nice suit” or “That dog sure is frisky.” (In some circumstances you may make an unsolicited comment about the weather.) I have to admit – I like being free from the unsolicited comment – at least on the receiving side. But like many Americans, I do like to make unsolicited comments. I do my best to refrain.

But as we were still admiring the Kalmia, a couple came upon the shrub and were discussing amongst themselves what it might be. They determined that it was more like a rhododendron than a rose. That’s the right approach to plant ID. What’s it like? What might it be related to? But comparing it to a rose is just ridiculous. I interjected. “It’s a laurel, a Mountain Laurel.” (It did have a tag, but it was pretty well hidden and read only Kalmia latifolia).

They were surprised. They thanked me. I refrained from adding anything else (like it’s native range, growth habit or use in the garden) But as we moved on I asked the ViL if I had been totally out of line. He said no, that he thought they were crying out for information.

t-7: I go out walking

I’ve got two reasons to go walking. My feet are pretty swollen and gentle strolls actually help to keep them from being quite so puffy. And it’s said that walking, walking can bring on labor.

Yesterday, we took a fairly lengthy stroll in Richmond Deer Park. The weather threatened to be terrible, but didn’t really carry it out so long as we were there. We walked down through Isabella Plantation where the recent rains and slightly cooler weather have sustained the azalea and rhododendron displays.

Drifts of azaleas
drifts of azaleas, this area is normally covered in picknickers

flame azalea
the flame azaleas were especially lovely

And with the unsettled weather and gray skies the place wasn’t overrun with visitors as it often can be this time of year.

Even though yesterday was the last day I wanted to go into labor, I still did all that walking. I was rewarded with a few twinges, but nothing major. Cletus is a good boy and will arrive at a convenient time, I’m sure.

7 days til baby Cletus

t-35: Tennessee wiggle walk

35 days til baby Cletus

A long time ago somebody lent me a tape that had the tune “Tennessee Wiggle Walk” (lyrics below) – I can’t find the tape (did I return it?) and I don’t remember exactly how it went, but it had the line:

And you wiggle and you waddle like a baby duck

It struck me as funny. I hadn’t ever been around many baby ducks, but when I came across one, I realised that they do have a funny little waddle.

Guess who else has a funny little waddle. Me! The Vol-in-Law and I do try to go on a nice walk every weekend, usually in Richmond Deer Park. But it’s getting harder, especially the last bit back to the car which is all uphill. Especially when you wiggle and you waddle like a baby duck. I definitely feel like I’m walking for two.

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Speaking of baby ducks…we walked down to the big central lake to see if the young swans were still feeling frisky (they weren’t) and to see if we could catch a glimpse of the Egyptian Goose goslings. The picture below hardly does justice to their cuteness – they were so fluffy – I wanted to pick them up. But then I remembered, they are nasty old geese, after all – and their honking, nasty old geese parents would be likely to take a chunk out of me.

I’m not easily able to bend down anymore to get shots at interesting angles. So I had to sit on the muddy bank (avoiding any goose droppings) and wait for the little goslings to waddle into shot.

Taking a walk

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Tennessee Wiggle Walk

I’m a bowlegged chicken I’m a knocked kneed hen
Haven’t been so happy since I don’t know when
I walk with a wiggle and a giggle and a squawk
Doin’ the Tennessee wiggle walk

Put your knees together and your heels apart
Snap your fingers ready to start
Flap your elbows just for luck
And you wiggle and you waddle like a baby duck

Come dance with me baby keep your toes in time
Haven’t been so happy in a long long while
Walk with a wiggle and giggle and a squawk
Doin’ the Tennessee wiggle walk
Doin’ the Tennessee wiggle walk

Lyrics found at this website

with one beat of its mighty wing

Did you know that swans can break your arm with one beat of its mighty wing?

It’s true.

And you know when you see the one shoe on the side of the road? Yep. That’s usually all that’s left after a particularly vicious swan attack.

I have to admit, I’m a leetle afraid of swans and geese, too. Any kind of big bird. They used to be dinosaurs, ya know. They have cold, evil eyes. And the bigger they are, the more powerful and dangerous they can be.

I’ve been watching a set of adolescent swans at Richmond Deer Park all winter. They’re well beyond the ugly duckling stage, but they still have a lot of brown in the plumage. They’re teenagers. And yesterday they were acting like it.

Swans playing chicken

They were fighting and biting and flying and skating across the water and honking and threatening each other. I was standing on the side of the pond, hoping to get a halfway decent shot.

A family next to me summoned the swans with offers of rice crispies (which they loved). I wasn’t so sure about them coming so close when they were so wound up. Did you know they can break your arm with one beat of their mighty wings? And there were three or four of them and they were beating their mighty wings.

swans eating rice krispies

I was trying to take pictures of baby geese which were attracted by the rice krispies – so I didn’t want to leave. Besides, I find that standing behind a camera makes me immune to all danger.

The kid asked her parents about the swans said “Can they hurt you?”

I wanted to say “Yes, did you know that with one beat of their…etc. I would move off now if I were you! You’re not much more than a tasty snack, little girl.”

But the mom said “Just act dominant and they won’t bother you.”

What? Act dominant? Is that true? Doesn’t that just make them mad? Isn’t that just a provocation? Best thing is to just keep a nice, safe distance.

Greek to me

As we were walking in Richmond Deer Park yesterday, I exclaimed –

“Oh, the rhododendrons are in bloom!”

Which they were, to a limited extent. There are a lot of rhododendrons and azaleas in this park, and when they’re all in bloom together it’s pretty darn amazing. Yesterday, the first blossoms were starting to emerge.

rhododendron

rhododendron

rhododendron

Behind us, a father began to lecture his teenaged son.

“Rhododendron, from the Greek, rhodo – meaning pink and dendron meaning tree. So it literally means pink tree.”

I thought to myself – will I be like that? Will I “inform” my kid with a bunch of knowledge valuable mostly as a shibboleth of intellectualism?

Why – yes, I will. But I would have probably added other examples of the use of dendron – e.g. dendritic river systems.

I hadn’t thought about it before, but I was always most impressed with the way some of my mom’s neighbors drilled their daughters in plant ID. I’d always thought of it was simply teaching potentially useful nature lore – but it’s also a great way of teaching Latin and Greek root words, too.