Fireworks in the Forest

Just LOOK at this explosion of color --  Canada Lilies as red as fire, bursting forth in the dark of the forest, bright as any rocket's red glare!

I don't think I've ever seen Canada Lilies of such a brilliant combination of red and yellow (and believe me, I did not boost the saturation).  The most common color for Canada Lilies is orange, and there were plenty of these along Bog Meadow Trail today, as well as others of a uniform yellow.  But oh, those red ones were stunners!

And that's about all the fireworks I would hope to experience today, except that living a block from Congress Park in downtown Saratoga Springs, I'm afraid they are unavoidable tonight.  Whenever I hear those "bombs bursting in air," it always reminds me that my home country had its birth in war and too often turns again and again to war to address its problems.  I do indeed pray that God will bless America, but I also believe that God might be more inclined to bless our nation if only we would stop killing so many of God's dear children who are not Americans.


Ah well, it's a day to celebrate freedom, and so, to do that,  I visited a big patch of Common Milkweed, certain I would find some tiny creatures in need of liberation.  And so I did.  I found several of these little moths (perhaps a Grapeleaf Skeletonizer?) whose feet had slipped into the florets' slits and gotten trapped by the flower's pollinia, tiny packets of pollen connected by strings.  I could see by the litter of hairs on the floret that this little bug had been struggling to free its leg for some time.  I took out my Leatherman tool and, using the tweezers, gently pulled the floret apart until the insect's leg was freed and it promptly flew away.  I was able to help two others in the same way.

I was trying to figure out how to help this bee without getting stung, when I realized there was no reason to fear, the poor creature was already dead. 

It was caught fore and aft, by two separate florets, and it looked as if it had undergone a terrific struggle, having ripped one leg completely off, while parts of another was missing, too.  How sad!  But a very pale approximation of what happens to innocent children and animals when American bombs fall on their homes.

Seeing the Sites of Saratoga County

I've been traveling pretty far afield this summer in my quest for wildflower sites. But my most recent traveling companions reminded me of a book that could keep me closer to home. I've owned this book, Natural Areas of Saratoga County, for years, but hadn't looked at it in some time. So today I dug it out of a drawer and reviewed the list of 56 possible locations, 21 of which I've visited already at least once. Time to expand my nearer horizons.

Written by Claire K. Schmitt and Judith S. Wolk and published by the Environmental Clearing House of Schenectady, the book contains clear directions to the sites, as well as descriptions of the terrain and special points of interest. One site that intrigued me especially was a Nature Conservancy preserve in Greenfield Center, just a few miles from Saratoga. Without the clear directions in the book, I never would have found the place, since the only indication of the preserve was this sign nailed to a tree quite far into the woods.

There are no marked trails in here, the book informed me, stating that I would have to "just plunge in." And so I did, trusting that the sound of traffic on Rt. 9N would keep me oriented.

"Plunge in" was right! With all the rain this year, most of the woods was really wet, and I couldn't always hop from hummock to hummock.

At one point I was trying to reach a more open swampy area, grabbing onto trees as I teetered along, until I realized I was grabbing Poison Sumac. Oops! I turned around and retreated back to the woods. I found a clear running stream where I washed off my hands as best I could. I think I'm not sensitive to the toxin, but you never know. And here at the stream I found a little reward, this beautiful Blue Flag, still in bloom.

Crossing that stream, I entered a truly charmed part of the forest, with many splendid Canada Lilies glowing like dangling lamps in the light of stray sunbeams.

Are these not one of our most spectacular native wildflowers?

I had hoped to maybe find orchids in here, but except for the lilies and some Tall Meadow Rue, most of the plants were solidly green: mosses and ferns galore. These Painted Boletes certainly stood out with their vivid red.

As did these ruby-hued Dewberry fruits.

My book told me of another interesting area I could visit on my way home from Greenfield, with just a little jog to the west. This site is called "Pipsissewa Woods," and let me assure you, the name is appropriate. At first, though, I thought the place didn't look too promising, being along the kind of power-line right-of-way we usually call a "waste place."

Then I saw this sign that informed me that this was a very special "waste place."

Once again, no trails, you just plunge into the piney woods wherever there's a break in the thick vegetation. And wherever there is the smallest clearing, this is what you will see: hundreds and hundreds of Pipsissewa plants, just coming into bloom, with many flowers still in bud.

Pipsissewa is a flower best appreciated by getting down to mouse height and looking up.

Then I saw this little spider looking back at me.

Wherever there's Pipsissewa, Shinleaf Pyrola is usually present, too. It didn't take very much looking to find it. Then I saw it everywhere.

I'd hoped to find One-sided Pyrola and Striped Wintergreen, too, and maybe some Checkered Rattlesnake Plantain, but I didn't. Then again, I left quite a large percentage of the woods unexplored, since the underbrush was thick with baby pines. And my still-wet shoes were beginning to chafe my feet. Heading out toward the open areas near the power lines, I found lots of Whorled Loosestrife in bloom.

Also, I found a nice patch of Running Clubmoss, with little tufts of white at the tip of each branch. Another common name for this clubmoss is Wolf's Claw, and yes, I can see a resemblance.

This is one of the very few clubmosses that still has its traditional Latin name, Lycopodium clavatum.

Now, here's a complete surprise. Some kind of gall was growing on this grapevine, producing these pale pink "berries." I've never seen anything like this on grapevines before. I thought it was very pretty.

Only 35 more natural areas to explore in Saratoga County (plus newer ones not included in my book). I think that should keep me busy. And closer to home.