i couldn’t identify this one for the life of me. i spent almost an hour bumbling through descriptions, and trying a reverse google image search. then i looked at the original plant again and noticed that the seed heads were sort of umbel shaped, and so i googled mn wildflowers with umbels, which led me first to a leaf that looked right, and that leaf led me to aniseroot, and aniseroot led me to these seed heads. i just rolled one between my fingers. yup . . . anise. score! plant geekery for the win.
sucker lake regional trail, saint paul, minnesota
these are the horizontal branches from the crown of an agave stalk in west texas, and i love the color they turned as they aged. weathered wood in minnesota usually means exposure to water. these just got baked in the texas desert. and they have an almost charred aspect that i found oddly beautiful. not to mention how much i loved that such withered, dried-out twigs came from a plant that gave its name to the whole family of succulents. west texas is a delightfully weird place. right down to its dessicated succulents.
agave flower (century flower?) stems
sometimes i need a little help. after a long day today i asked my husband what this photo reminded him of. “drenched irises,” he said, which sounded very poetic, until he explained that drenched irises are the term madeline bassett uses to describe the eyes of bertie wooster’s cousin angela, when she thinks about the breakup of her engagement to tuppy glossop. steve had gotten very deep into the world of p. g. wodehouse before i was able to pull him back, and say thank you. drenched irises will work just fine. you can go now.
saint paul, minnesota
my son is just old enough to realize that this gall infested leaf is a potential still blog subject, and just young enough to think it’s still cool. he’s twelve. not yet a teenager. crossing my fingers…
leaf with galls
saint paul, minnesota
these tulips dried in their vase. they look like they have a little life left in them, but they are actually as dry as tissue paper. i set them in a vase out in the garage to be dealt with later, while i prepared the house for a party and then forgot about them until today. i have never tried to dry tulips before, and although i didn’t technically try to do anything in particular this time, i have to say i am thrilled with the result. i feel like the shepherd who forgot some sheep’s milk back in the cave and returned a week later to discover he’d invented cheese.