Morning on the pipeline was overcast, cool (65ish deg?), and breezy-like-the-beach, the steady dampish breeze that makes you glad you wore a long-sleeved shirt. Daisy and Radu dashed in circles, and then ahead while I stopped to button up. "Come on, Mom!" they said, in body language. It was wonderful to be outside again, wandering the woods and fields around Middlewood. Birds were singing and crickets buzzing, the Carolina Locusts fluttered as they leapt out of my way. I love seeing their black wings with wide pale yellow borders as they fly and land 8 or so feet away. Their drab brown bodies disappear in the dry grass until you approach once more and zzzzzp! Off they go again.
Flowers blooming this morning: Man of the Earth, a vine in the morning glory family, with large white blooms with deep purple throats; the early goldenrod (rough-stemmed perhaps?), tiny yellow pencil flower, Woodland Sunflowers (that have held the same blooms for weeks now), Flowering Spurge, Joe Pye Weed, Whorled Coreopsis, remnants of Common Fleabane, down near the creek was Pale Indian Plantain, and near the edge of the woods: delicate white spiraled Slender Ladies' Tresses, a beautiful little orchid.
Buds: Boneset and it's twin (flower but not leaves!) Hyssop-leaved Boneset, the Joe Pyes that had been cropped by deer, and some asters.
I stopped to draw the milkweed plant and sat at the best angle for the seedpod, my back to the wind, which allowed gnats to find my face. Otherwise, all went well until near the end when Daisy came to sit beside the plant. She was so sweet, sitting there watching me.... then in a split second she leaned over and chomped at the seedpod! DAISY, NO! I called. She jumped away, but milky sap started running down the stem. I hope it will be ok and the seed pod will continue to dry. There is nothing in nature more beautiful than the split milkweed pod with it's delicate seeds bursting out. I hope to draw it this year!