It is late summer along the Holland River and the purple asters have taken over from the white daisies. They’re especially striking amongst the tall yellow goldenrod.
The village has pulled a huge tree trunk out from a small spit near the overflow pond. This has left a large clear area that nature is quickly reclaiming. We have seen frogs there and I went down to see what else is there now. This small creeping plant caught my eye – the orange …
All the berries have ripened now and those that aren’t being actively devoured may hang around into winter. There have been hordes of birds in the trees but I have noticed, at least during last winter, that the number of birds didn’t necessarily mean all of the available food disappeared.
Did I say I loved these flowers? Well the bumblebees seem to as well, and they were massing around the blue clusters in the late afternoon sun.
The blue of these asters is striking among the late summer blooms. The only other large blue flowers I’ve seen along here have been the chicory and forget-me-nots.
This has been a bounteous year for blueberries but I’ve never seen them along the path or the river. The blue berries I have seen are wild grapes or the berries of the Virginia creeper, with its bright red stems. Still lovely, but I will leave them for the birds.
Most suburbanites mow their clover down without a second thought. It’s an interesting flower, though, and each little part of the flower is quite delicate. This low pink clover is quite pretty and is quite a contrast to the tall sweet clovers that grow in the same area.
There are times that I see flowers appear and realize they are acting as tell-tales of their surroundings. I was heading home one evening and saw this purple loosestrife off in the distance. So I left the path and pushed through the brush, only to find the area was quite marshy under all of the …
The thistles have been on the edge of bursting forth. Now they’re here and their purplish-pink tops have appeared all along the river.
These berries are unusual along the path. Most are red or orange by now, and have a somewhat translucent feel to them. These are denser, purplish berries on a tree with leaves that grow opposite. Not a dogwood or honeysuckle, as far as I can tell, but I’m not further along identifying it than that.
The bindweed has spread along the train tracks. This morning the bunch of them were turned to the sun like so many satellite dishes, white trumpets opened for the warmth. They are often so low to the ground that they escape the blades of the lawn mowers. Here they appear to be mounding over other …