Spring is Bustin' Out All Over!

 Well, it sure took a while.  But then, WHAM! It went from below freezing last week to 85 degrees two days in a row this week.  That sure did the trick, regarding our spring wildflowers.  I've been tearing around from woods to woods trying to keep up with what posies are poppin' up, so here's a list of them, in the order in which I found them blooming (at least, so far):

Spring Whitlow Grass (Draba verna)

Snow Trillium (Trillium nivale)

Leatherwood (Dirca palustris)

English Violet, white form (Viola odorata "Alba")

Round-leaf Violet (Viola rotundifolia)

Round-leaf Hepatica (Hepatica americana)

Early Blue Cohosh (Caulophyllum giganteum)

Yellow Trout Lily (Erythronium americanum)

Bloodroot (Sanguinaria canadensis)

Red Trillium (Trillium erectum)

Dutchman's Breeches (Dicentra cucullaria)

And I also found a couple of early spring fungi, both of them in the Sac Fungus group, according to my old mushroom guides.

Devil's Urn (Urnula craterium)

Scarlet Cup (Sarcoscypha austriaca)

I'm sure I could find many other flowers if I extended my woods walks now, but we might have a few days of delay ahead, since our temps are now going to plunge back below freezing at night for several days this coming week. Luckily, most of our earliest native wildflowers around here have evolved to cope with late freezes.

It's Violet Time for One Species!

 We had such a warm day yesterday, I bet our earliest violets are starting to open their petals. And our earliest species to bloom around Saratoga is actually an imported species called the English Violet (Viola odorata).  And oh boy, is it aptly named "odorata!" It has such an exquisitely intense fragrance, just a tiny nosegay will perfume an entire room. It's a basal-leaved species that can bear pure white flowers with no dark veining on the face but with a purple spur behind, or else with flowers of a deep rich purple throughout, and both species are equally fragrant. One of its most distinguishing features (in addition to its intense fragrance) is its curved style. I have been observing the same two patches in the woods (one white, one purple) for over 15 years, and the plants have not spread beyond their original patch. So although this species is not native to our continent, it does not seem to be invasive, either. At least, not as I have observed this species in my local woods in Saratoga Springs, NY. I am might happy I found it.

The English Violet is a remarkably early bloomer. For that reason, it's sometimes called April Violet, like the perfume called "April Violets" by Yardley, which does smell very much like this violet. I have not seen that perfume for sale for decades, though. I used to buy it in my Michigan hometown's Rexall Drugstore when I was a teenager. I'm just about 84 years old now! But this violet's fragrance brings lots of teenage memories back.

I'm about to head out to the Skidmore woods to see if these lovely violets have come into bloom. I don't have new photos of them yet, but here are photos I took on previous years:

Since this purple patch of English Violets grows wild by the side of a city road where mowers are likely to cut them down, I feel no compunction about picking a small bouquet of them.  In this photo, you can see the flower's hooked style, which is one of the distinguishing features of this species, in addition to its fragrance.  Some of our native small white violets do have some fragrance, but not nearly as intensive as these imported violets do.

Just a tiny bouquet like this will perfume an entire room.   And the flowers usually last for several days, continuing to emit their fragrance.  What a gift from the violet gods!

There's a patch of the white form of Viola odorata way over on the opposite side of the Skidmore campus, this patch along a path through the woods.  I never pick any wildflowers in the woods, so I have to get down on my knees to breathe in these violets' fragrance.  Note how purely white these flowers are, without the dark veins that decorate the faces of our native white violets. But these pure-white flowers do have a purple spur, which you can glimpse on the left-hand flower in this photo.  Another feature of this species is the way the plants spread by underground stolons.  I did long ago scratch away some soil to observe this stoloniferous trait.  I was totally puzzled as to this violet's species, until our state's then chief botanist Steve Young sought advice from our country's foremost expert on violets Harvey Ballard, who ascertained that these lovely flowers were indeed Viola odorata.

The site where both of these English Violet varieties grow, the Skidmore College campus, is located on land that once supported a collection of Victorian mansions. I could imagine that the Victorian ladies who lived in those mansions carried nosegays of these fragrant violets to mask the smells of horse manure as they rode in their open carriages along the carriage lanes that once wound through the woods at this site. I imagine their gardeners planted the patches to have such fragrant flowers available to make nosegays of. The word "nosegay" means a small fragrant bouquet that was carried or pinned to a shoulder to counteract unpleasant odors. Both patches of fragrant violets occur along what once were carriage lanes.  Souvenirs of a different era!

May Hope Follow Despair

Well, here we are in Holy Week, two months since I last posted a blog. Spring has arrived, snow and ice have retreated, and our earliest flowers have opened their blooms.  This is normally the season when all the descendants of Abraham's faith in God are celebrating seasons of spiritual hope: Ramadan for the Moslems, Passover for the Jews, and Easter for the Christians. And what has our toddler-tempered President done (in service to Israel's demands) but start a senseless war to bring agony to members of all three faith traditions, in the very land where each faith had its birth, the Middle East. Bombs are crushing innocent families in their homes and schools in both Iran and Israel, young people are being sent into battle to die and to kill one another, the very earth of the Holy Land is being poisoned for generations to come by the heavy metals of weaponry, and the treasuries of all countries involved are rapidly draining to pay for the woe and waste of war. The lid from Pandora's box has been ripped away, and nobody knows how to capture those unleashed evils and shove them back into that box.  If I was feeling depressed two months ago, I'm hardly finding few remedies for sorrow now.

Ah, but my friends are helping.  And so is our burgeoning Earth.  And I feel profoundly grateful to my friends for urging me out into nature to experience that Great Goodness that lies at the core of Creation. Especially during this season of rebirth. 

My friends in our Thursday Naturalist group have led me to a woodland pond in the North Woods Nature Preserve near Ballston Lake, the pond ice-free at last, where Wood Frogs croaked out their calls to come create a new generation:

My ever-loyal pals Sue Pierce and Dana Stimpson have called me out to other Spring-awakened destinations.  Here we are walking the Bog Meadow Brook Nature Trail in Saratoga, where Pussy Willow puffs shone in the sun, and Skunk Cabbage plants were fully in bloom with florets of both sexes:

Sue and Dana also led me to the Firetower Trail at the Wilton Wildlife Preserve and Park, where we were astounded to find both American Hazelnut (Corylus americana) and Beaked Hazelnut (Corylus cornuta) blooming at the same time. In our past explorations, we have found that the American precedes the Beaked by more than a week.  Here's the American Hazelnut, bearing both dangling staminate catkins and one tiny red pistillate bloom. The catkins of this species are longer and more loosely attached to the twig than those of the Beaked Hazelnut:

And here are the very similar flowers of the Beaked Hazelnut, but with catkins shorter and more sessile to the twigs than those of the American Hazelnut.

We would have been disappointed if we had hoped to find other colorful spring wildflowers during our visit, but the forest was rendered brilliantly colorful instead by many beautiful fungi, mosses, liverworts, and lichens, all of which had made their homes on the dead wood of fallen limbs and tree trunks.

The glowing yellow-orange fungus on this fallen log is a Stereum species, but I could not name even the genus names of the emerald-green moss or the verdigris-colored lichen. But I certainly could enjoy their colorful display!

Again, I know the reddish liverwort is Nowellia curvifolia, but the lime-green moss is familiar to me by sight but not by name.

And here's another liverwort, but one whose name I'll never forget.  It's called Lovely Fuzzwort (Ptilidium pulcherimum), and just saying that vernacular name makes me smile. And it really IS a lovely liverwort!

And I also will never forget the very descriptive name of this gorgeously colorful fungus, the Turkey Tail (Trametes versicolor), in one of its beautiful golden and gray color combinations.

Whoa!  This Violet-toothed Polypore (Trichaptum biforme) is one of the most common bracket fungi found in our regional woods, but never have I seen a mass of them glowing so vividly as this group climbing this tree trunk. And the day was gray and gloomy, so it was not sunlight that ignited them. It thrilled me to gaze at such vibrant beauty.

From above, these same fungi were not nearly so gorgeously colorful.  (Photo below) What a lesson: angle of perception can change everything!

Inspired by the deeply encouraging rewards of these outings with friends, I also ventured alone to the Spring Run Trail in Saratoga Springs, where I hoped to find one more reason to rejoice:  the emergence of the first wildflower of Spring that actually looks like a prototypical flower, the sun-yellow, bright-blooming Coltsfoot (Tussilago farfara).  And there it was!

Finding the Coltsfoot risen so faithfully, I recalled this meditation I composed about this pretty little "weed" some years ago, and it seemed a good time to repeat it at this season:

It's almost Easter, and as Christians prepare to rejoice that the Lord is risen, we wildflower lovers also rejoice that the first REAL flower of spring -- one that actually LOOKs like a flower -- has risen as well. Alleluia! The Coltsfoot is up! The season of blooming is here! I know, I know, these are not native flowers, but these dear little sunny blooms, bursting forth in glory from out of the mud and the cold dead leaves, speak to me of resurrection far more than any pampered, florist-bred Easter Lily could. Like God's love, they are freely given, they spring forth unbidden, there's not a thing we had to do to deserve them, nor a penny we have to spend to enjoy them. Also, like the Incarnate One who dwelt among the lowly, they make their home among the poorest soils, brightening desolate roadsides where nothing else will grow. Supposedly, they even have healing powers. So bless you, dear little Coltsfoot. It gives me great joy to welcome you once more. 

To any and all of my readers who may have found their way back to this too-long neglected blog, of whatever faith tradition may grant you hope, I wish you the hopeful promise of growth and renewal this season signifies.  Happy Easter!