Yay! It’s Friday! I am going to have a busy week come Monday as I start to gear up for the Supernatural Summer tour that starts at the end of the month. But today, I’m still working steady on the world book. Yesterday I got outside before the sun went down, and took a few pictures of what’s growing right now. We had a cool down, but it’s back to 80s again.
The trilliums are done, but the pulpits, as you can see are just starting. It’s a weird way to grow, and if you back up a few days, there’s a picture of it starting out as a stick poking up from the ground. It should be completely out today or tomorrow.
This is my water iris. This is the fourth year for them, started from one of those little pots you buy at a home improvement store. It’s currently taking up the entire back end of the pond.
And this is something I’m rather excited for because it reaches back to my childhood. Wintergreen. (with wild stocks to the left, I believe) You can actually chew on a leaf if you like, and it tastes like, well, wintergreen. These leaves are rather a bright green because they are new, but they are usually a much duller, waxy color. I’ve never seen it flower before, so I’ll be keeping an eye on it for the next couple of days. You can see the twin flowers starting–the little white buds on the right side. This was a plant rescue, and this will be its third year at my office steps, where I put my most favorite plants.
Wintergreen is rather an odd sort of plant to rescue. It’s just a little vine-like thing that doesn’t really have any main root, so moving it is like ripping it gently from the ground and nestling it into its new spot and hoping that it sends down new roots from the horizontal stem. They are tough little plants, tending to linger as they slowly die if they fail to root, but this one, obviously, settled in, and I am pleased.
No one bothers to rescue wintergreen. It’s not flashy, or colorful. It doesn’t make an attractive ground cover in its wild state. But it’s a touchstone to a younger me when everything was possible. Knowing that it’s just right outside my door makes me feel like everything, still, is possible–with time.