Longtime readers may recall that Sigyn and I have on more than one occasion accompanied the human female to the annual Nerds in the Woods gathering. This is a one- or two-day event, during which nerdy naturalists seek to catalog all of the various bloomy, flappy, squiggly, crawly and otherwise organic entities in the local Lick Creek Park.
In the Olden Days, the human female used to head up the plant team. She spared no efforts, traipsing to remote parts of the part to compile her long lists of herbiage, things with (no doubt made-up) names like “daisy fleabane,” pinweed,” “forked blue curls,” and “rosettegrass.” Several years ago, I tipped the organizers of the event off to just how hard she worked her fellow volunteers and how tedious she is with her constant bragging about how there are “more plants in the park than anything else, blah, blah, blah…” So they stopped inviting her. She volunteered to help out. They unvolunteered her. Cue moping, which was more tedious than the endless stream of botanical trivialities.
This year, much to my astonishment and dismay, the local chapter of the Native Plant Society of Texas asked her to sit in at their table. Oh, foolish mortals. You will now never be free of this tiresome limpet! Remind me to point and laugh later, when you are ready to stuff socks in her mouth to shut her up, and remind you that you brought it on yourselves.
Come Sigyn, let us accompany her. I know that you are capable of strolling through the woods without nattering on, so for your sake, I will subject myself to a car ride with her. We can always sneak away from her when we get there.
We are now here. The NPSOT table is plunked down in the middle of a big patch of this:
Whatever “this” is… Do you recognize it, my love?
By Idunn’s little apples! Sigyn says it is heartwing sorrel, a useful plant to know because the leaves are edible. I would never have guessed. My sweetie always knows the best things! She even says she knows of a good recipe for potato-sorrel soup, something involving heavy cream, chicken stock, potatoes, and this little bit of the wild herbiness. (You know, once chopped up, one bit of greenery looks much like the next. I wonder if I could make the human female a pottage of lawn clippings and get her to eat it, telling her it was this? I bet she’d be half a bowl in before she suspected anything amiss…)
Now the human female is wandering away from the table, tallying up the various species in evidence today. She and Sigyn have zeroed in on this bright pink posy.
The human female says it’s a prairie gentian. It’s not very big, but Sigyn is even less big, so she needs a boost to see the yellow markings on the petals. There are at least seven species in that photo–it’s a good year for wildflowers!
Come my love, let us leave the human female to her clipboard and census-taking. While she’s peering at grasses and sedges, let us make our escape. See–over there? The electric blue of your favorite, spiderwort.
The camera scarcely does them justice!
And it would not be spring without the annual Sigyn-admiring-the-scarlet-pimpernel picture.
Sigyn is making happy squeaky noises at the minuscule yellow Sisyrinchium with the maroon eye-ring too. She likes the flowers that are “Sigyn-sized.” Be careful, though, dearest, as some dog-walkers have not heeded the injunction about cleaning up after their pets. There are fire ants about, as well.
Ah. No fire ants and no doggie “presents” up here in this juniper tree. No, nothing but shade and sunshine and a nice breeze and some curious blue-gray berries.
Yes, dearest, I know they’re not really berries. They’re “fleshy female cones, each with one to four seeds and a covering of grayish wax. They have traditionally been used to season meat, especially game, and some kinds provide the flavoring for gin.”
What? I’m not allowed to know botanical facts? You wound me! I am a man of many talents and much knowledge!
Also, the human female leaves her books lying about and sometimes I am really bored.