The official botanical gardens for the whole state of North Carolina are attached to UNC Chapel Hill. Isn't that special? These gardens are a cluster of flowers and woodlands, and the offices and gift shop are sustainably built, and everything is so aggressively progressive and fresh, that it makes me guilty to think of driving… Continue reading Walking to the NC Botanical Gardens from UNC
A continuation from this post. First, I found this really nice website that has pictures of flowers. I was able to identify some that weren't in my book using it. Partridge pea -- this made me really excited. It's a very beautiful yellow flower, and it has taken over the area where the yellow whorled-leaf… Continue reading More wildflowers in the Piedmont
I have such a nice book: A field guide to wildflowers of the Eastern United States by Tom Gold Knight. I think I bought it in the mountains somewhere, at one of the pretty gift stores they have at the national or state park rest stops. But sadly, even though I've been looking hard, I… Continue reading Wildflowers in the Piedmont
June 17 The blackberries have been ripening over the last week. I think the best is still to come: If I remember correctly, they're all completely gone by mid-July.
I've wanted to walk along one of the canals in Houston to get to an event. The canals here are called "bayous." Whatever floats your boat. This was the route I approximately wanted to take: starting from around the Museum of Fine Arts, and ending up at the University of Houston stadium. Hey, you know… Continue reading Walking Brays Bayou in Houston
I'm reading the "Last of the Mohicans". I'm reading it because Lucy Maud Montgomery read it and mentioned it in her journal. However, I checked it out 2 months ago and I am still on page 45. In the meantime, I finished reading "How the Garcia Girls Lost their Accents" and started and am over… Continue reading The last of the mohicans
I saw a monarch butterfly happen upon our red roses a few weeks ago. And I have seen also a butterfly with glossy silky sapphire wings, and one with lemon-yellow wings. And we have a hummingbird friend that comes at least once a day, or several times a day, to our red roses. I know… Continue reading Hummingbirds and butterflies
It is almost noon and the grass is still wet with soft, shiny pearl-drops of dew, at least on the slope over which the shadow of the heavy forest had lingered till just a bit ago. The sun has already warmed that grass, but not enough to siphon off the dew. Walking through the warm,… Continue reading grass in North Carolina
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