Four Clovers

I enjoyed my recent walks so much that I wanted to document all the wildflowers that I saw. There were so many, I don’t know if I will be able to get to them all. It may help to group related plants together, and with that thought in mind, here are the four clovers that I found along the walking trail.

Red Clover

Have you ever wondered why it is called “red clover” when it is so obviously purple?
White Clover

The place I see white clover most often is in lawns. A clover-studded lawn is a cheerful lawn. The only lawns I’ve ever seen that did not have clover in them were “chemical lawns,” green and uniformly thick with grass, but having little other life in them, and dependent on poisons to keep them that way. Let the clover grow, I say.
Rabbit-Foot Clover

This is a plant I identified a few years ago. I’ve only seen it a few times, but apparently it can be invasive, so perhaps I will see it more often in the future. As I was reading about this plant, it amused me that a website about Illinois wildflowers said, “It is rather unfortunate that Rabbit-Foot Clover is not native to North America, even though it is somewhat weedy, because its flowerheads are quite cute and appealing.” Its “furry” flowers are indeed cute. It occurs to me now, though, that I have not petted them them to find out if they are as soft as they look. I should try that the next time I see this plant.
Slender Bush Clover

When I spotted this unfamiliar plant, I thought it might be difficult to identify given that it has a similar look to so many other flowers. But I had just read that clovers are part of the pea family, and these flowers have that distinctive pea-flower shape. My Audubon field guide describes slender bush clover as “an upright stem with compound leaves and small crowded clusters of lavender to pink pea flowers in upper leaf axils,” with leaves that are “divided into 3 narrow blunt leaflets.” This picture was taken in the right range, season, and conditions for the plant, so I’m pretty confident that I have correctly identified it. Interesting fact: this is the only one of the four clovers in this post that is native to North America.


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Farewell to Summer

Today is the autumnal equinox, the first day of fall, which means my favorite season has officially begun. In celebration, I offer three “Farewell to Summer” pictures from my walks last week.

Seeds in the Sun
Gold Turns to White
Chicory at Day’s End

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Mystery Flower #15

I spotted this peculiar hairy plant while out walking last week.

What on earth?

This was a tough plant to identify! I looked through my field guides multiple times. I ran numerous Internet image searches. Nothing looked exactly like this plant. I was beginning to get frustrated, but I refused to fail, and I did finally solve the mystery. The trick, for me, was to realize that it isn’t a shrub, that those hairy things are not flowers, and that this plant looks quite different when it’s in bloom.

Do you know what this Mystery Flower is? My best guess is in the comments.

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Golden Days of Late Summer

All that is gold does not glitter.
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Walking in Color

Pokeweed is strangely beautiful. I always thought I was the only person to feel that way, until I read the Wikipedia article on the subject, which says, “Some pokeweeds are grown as ornamental plants, mainly for their attractive berries.” The dark and glossy berries do indeed attract the eye, but what got my attention during Monday’s walk, when I took the pictures below, was the transition of colors as the berries develop. The flower cluster is initially white but eventually turns purplish-red. The flowers turn first into green berries, then into purple ones, eventually becoming so dark as to be almost black. The transformation is really quite stunning, once you notice it.

Here the white flowers are turning into green berries and the stems are changing color.
Here the green berries are turning to purple.

The entire plant is poisonous, so much so that Wikipedia recommends never touching any part of it with your bare hands. When I was a child, my parents warned me that it was poisonous, so I never ate the berries. I seem to recall mashing the berries in a bucket, though, so I must have touched them when I picked them from the plant. Oh, well. What did not kill me must have made me stronger.

Having long been aware of pokeweed’s poisonous nature, I was shocked to learn that people in parts of the South eat it, though only at a certain time of year, and only a certain part of the plant, and only after many rounds of preparation to remove the toxins. I found a good article about the practice. This post also mentions it. I’m not going to try it because, as everyone who writes about it mentions, people can get sick, even die, from eating this stuff. IMHO, it is a starvation-level food: good to know about in the event of an apocalypse, and otherwise just another pretty weed to look at as you’re walking. But I’m happy to know that the berries provide food for many of our local animals, including cardinals, mourning doves, raccoons, squirrels, and foxes.

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I Now Pronounce You Correctly

Forte: I refuse to say that something is someone’s forte. The reason for that is the pronunciation of the word “forte.” I know that it rightly rhymes with “port.” But, if I were to say it that way, someone else would say, “You mean for-tay.” Then I’d have to explain the difference between the French version (which sounds like “fort” and means “strength”) and the Italian (which sounds like “for-tay” and means “loud”). I don’t want to have that conversation. Who would?

Mien: It sounds like “mean” and rhymes with the similarly-spelled “lien.” It pains me to think of how many times I’ve said “me-en.”

Exacerbate: Someone once tried to tell me that this word has a hard C in it. It does not. The C is soft. It sounds sort of like egg-zasser-bait.

Flaccid: A toughie. I’ve heard flass-id, flak-sid, and even flak-id. The first two are correct (and listed in order of preference). The third is incorrect.

Quinoa: Like almost everyone else in America, I used to say “quin-oh-uh.” I got an early start on the correct pronunciation (“keen-wah”), because the pronunciation was given on the box of the first package of quinoa that I ever bought. Lucky!

Niche: I used to pronounce this word “neesh,” as seemed appropriate for its Frenchiness. Then other people’s pronunciation convinced me that it was “nitch.” Both pronunciations are included in Merriam-Webster, but “nitch” is preferred. It’s good that they’re both OK, because I can’t make up my mind over which one I prefer, and I tend to switch back and forth depending on my mood.

Quay: Until very recently, this was always “kway” to me, but then I found out most people say “key.” How odd! Merriam-Webster says that “key,” “kay,” and “kway” are all acceptable pronunciations, in that order of preference.

Queue: I used to avoid ever saying this word, because I wasn’t sure how to pronounce it. In my head, it was “cue-ee-oo-ee,” and more realistically speaking, I thought it might be pronounced “kie.” But then I heard someone call a waiting line a “cue” and the light bulb went on in my head. “Cue” it is. But let’s be honest: the spelling of this word is horrendous, and no one should ever be mocked for mangling its pronunciation.

Gyro: I saved this one for last, because it’s the special exception. I do not know how to pronounce this word correctly. It’s impossible to do so. Any pronunciation you use will likely get you schooled, because almost everyone has their own pronunciation, and they all think they’re right. Or, to look at it another way, all the pronunciations are simultaneously right and wrong. Accept it, and eat your gyro, and all will be well (that is, unless the “gyro” you’re referring to is a gyrocompass or gyroscope, neither of which you should attempt to eat, but which can both be safely pronounced “jie-roe”). Or you can say it the way Jimmy Fallon says to.

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So…

I hate when I end a sentence with “so.” But I keep doing it anyway, so…

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Cleaning My Desk

I sometimes tape interesting quotes onto surfaces in my workspace, but eventually they start to yellow and need to be taken down. Today I am removing three. I would like to remember them, though, so here they are.

People want to know why I write such gross stuff. I like to tell them I have the heart of a small boy–and I keep it in a jar on my desk.

Stephen King

Heroes and winners aren’t the same thing.

Michael Kevin Farrell

Being healthy is hard. Being unhealthy is hard. Pick your hard.

Marilu Henner
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Question

If God didn’t intend us to subsist entirely on potato chips, why did He/She/It/They create them to be so tasty?

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Long Week

This week has not been a good week. It has, from the get-go, seemed long and difficult, so much so that by Tuesday I thought that it ought to be Friday, and today feels like a Monday.

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