Category Archives: Native Plants

Autumn Glory

I love autumn.  I am blissfully taking in the smells and colors and that feeling in the air.  Here is some Fall color compliments of our backyard Fremontia bush.

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Grace of Matilija Poppy

Matilija poppies are magical.  I love the way light and shadow plays off the parchment-like petals.Image

As if that is not enough they literally dance in the slightest breeze.

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Their scent is one of the sweetest and most delicate you can imagine.

Many people here know them as ‘fried egg plants’.  Even if that is what they resemble, to me that is a misnomer and an indignity to this graceful, elegant member of the floral kingdom.

Along the River

We drove from Crescent City, CA inland to Medford, OR today, a distance of about 110 miles each way.  The first part of the trip out of Crescent City weaves through the redwood forest and follows along the bank above the Smith River.  The Smith is a wild river and along the way we looked down on the confluence of the Middle and North Forks. Image

The water is so clean it really achieves that incredible teal green color like liquid glass.  There were a lot of wildflowers along the way.  One of my favorites is the Pacific dogwood and a lot of them were blooming along the roadside and the canyon walls. Image

There were clumps of purple lupine along the roadside.  The white and purple ceanothus waved in the breeze as we drove by.  The native rhododendrons are just starting to flower.  The wallflowers are a particular shade of orange yellow that catches your eye as you gaze up at the steep banks on the roadside.  Image

It was a beautiful sunny day in the 70s and a way to once again appreciate how spring unfolds in this corner of the world and the pristine place I get to call home.

Spring Bloom

I am enjoying the early Spring bloom on our acre.  This is the native azalea in our backyard. Image

I wish I could convey the sweetness of the smell.  It’s exquisite.  At the front corner of our property is Ceanothus ‘Dark Star’ one of my favorites. Image It also has a very sweet smell and is a magnet for bees.  The lilacs are blooming too and this shot is of my little backyard studio and the lilac studded path leading to it.  Image

If you close your eyes for a moment maybe you can imagine the amazing fragrances from these wonderful flowers and hear the buzzing of the bees………….

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