These babies miss their mother terribly. Normally, they would not be weaned until around 70 days. By 20 weeks they would be foraging with her at night and continuing to stay with her in the den where they were born. They would remain with her through their first winter and become independent next spring. And, once mature, mothers and their young often den nearby. So, in addition to losing their mother and family unit, these kits have lost their teacher, guide and protector.
Monday, May 31, 2010
Motherless Children
These babies miss their mother terribly. Normally, they would not be weaned until around 70 days. By 20 weeks they would be foraging with her at night and continuing to stay with her in the den where they were born. They would remain with her through their first winter and become independent next spring. And, once mature, mothers and their young often den nearby. So, in addition to losing their mother and family unit, these kits have lost their teacher, guide and protector.
Saturday, May 29, 2010
More on Rachel Carson
In 1925 Carson entered Pennsylvania College for Women as an English major determined to become a writer. Midway into her studies, however, she switched to biology. Her first experience with the ocean came during a summer fellowship at the U.S. Marine Laboratory in Woods Hole, Massachusetts. Upon graduation from Pennsylvania College, Carson was awarded a scholarship to complete her graduate work in biology at Johns Hopkins University in Baltimore, an enormous accomplishment for a woman in 1929.
Carson's distinction in both writing and biology won her a part-time position with the U.S. Bureau of Fisheries in 1935 where she was asked to create a series of seven-minute radio programs on marine life called "Romance Under the Waters." Meantime, she continued to submit writings on conservation and nature to newspapers and magazines, urging from the very beginning the need to regulate the "forces of destruction" and consider always the welfare of the "fish as well as that of the fisherman." Her articles were published regularly by the Baltimore Sun and other of its syndicated papers.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
What would Rachel say?
"As crude a weapon as the cave man's club, the chemical barrage has been hurled against the fabric of life."
One can only guess what she would have to say about the still unfolding catastrophic oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico, but I'm glad she isn't here to witness it; I think she'd be horrified. Like other gifted visionaries Carson understood that mankind's attempt to control nature was perilous and futile.
"The 'control of nature' is a phrase conceived in arrogance, born of the Neanderthal age of biology and philosophy, when it was supposed that nature exists for the convenience of man." ~Rachel Carson, Silent Spring
More about Carson in the next post...
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Sand Dollars from Steven
The sand dollar is the common name for a marine animal in the same phylum as the starfish. It has a rigid, flattened, disk-shaped test, or shell, made of firmly united plates lying just beneath the thin skin. Small spines that densely cover the test enable the animal to burrow in sand just below the surface.
Sand dollars are classified in the phylum Echinodermata, class Echinoidea, order Clypeastroida. Echinoderms are divided into five classes: Class Crinoidea (sea lilies); Class Asteroidea (starfish); Class Ophiuroidea (brittle stars); Class Echinoidea (sea urchins and sand dollars); and Class Holothuroidea (sea cucumbers).
I have long regarded sand dollars as talismans. To me, they are worth more than any currency. Steven suggested I soak them in bleach or dry them in the sun. But I'm in no rush to turn them white. I like them just as they are.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
My Corner of the World
In my little corner of the world everything is exceedingly green, with fingertips of soft green growth on the branches of hemlocks and yews, and fresh green buds on the pachysandra and ivy. This area of the garden is "Fox Avenue," because it's where I often see red foxes, masters of camouflage, and their cubs emerging at dusk. I never see the entire family together, just Dad on his own, or Mom and the cubs or just Mom and one cub as they wend their way along a stone wall that provides a sense of security because it's draped with hemlock branches. At various times throughout the day and now, into early evening, the cubs follow their parents to learn All Things Fox.
It's such a privilege to have them raising their young here, but I have to be careful about letting the cats out now. Whenever Mr. Groundhog decides to stroll out onto the lawn for breakfast, lunch or dinner, I know it's safe for the girls to go out. Since Mr. G. is one of the items on the Fox Menu, his relaxed posture is a reliable "all clear" signal. Another important signal is the calling of crows. Along with other Corvids (Blue Jays), crows will harass the foxes with loud and relentless caws to keep their fledglings safe. This early warning system is highly reliable and helps enforce my "better safe than sorry" system.
Alas, cat outings are not what they were when Rachmaninoff, the Man of the Forest, was in his prime. He lived to be outdoors and was a kindly and protective presence among wild turkeys, groundhogs and other wildlife. Now, almost a year since his passing, more wildlife have chosen my little corner of the world as their haven. The reason seems related to the loss of forested land, less than a half a mile away, which was cleared last fall for construction of a municipal water administration building. This land sits alongside a town reservoir and was prime habitat for wildlife. The loss of it displaced who knows how many wildlife families. No one but me and a handful of other people seem to care. I wish I did not have to witness these losses, each contributing to a greater one. I take some comfort in what Gandalf said in The Fellowship of the Ring:
“So do I, and so do all who live to see such times..."
With so much wildlife about and with the season of birth in full swing, I am careful to keep an eye on my girls, both skilled hunters. I often end their outings abruptly to spare the lives of chipmunks, baby bunnies, young squirrels and whatever else they may find tempting. Well-fed cats consider it sport to harm these creatures and I don't encourage them. Their collars are festooned with bells and their outings are supervised and sporadic. They are learning that some gifts are not appreciated and must be returned immediately.
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Miss Ellen Willmott
This post continues a series on lilacs. I am partial to a white cultivar called 'Miss Ellen Willmott,' which I grow in my own garden and also enjoy seeing among the lilac collection at the Arnold Arboretum. Lilacs Forever, a grower in Maine, describes this lilac perfectly:
"Miss Ellen Willmott is a superb white lilac with double flowers that are greenish white in bud and open to a clean, pure white. The sweet blossoms borne on large panicles are waxy in texture, very long lasting and have true, old fashion lilac fragrance. "
In fact, 'Miss Ellen Willmott' is a French hybrid cultivar most valued for its extremely fragrant double white blooms in early to mid-May. This lilac was named after the English gardener born into a wealthy family in 1858. She mixed with royalty and her name was associated with the greatest gardeners of her time, Gertrude Jekyll, William Robinson and E. A. Bowles. In 1894 she joined the Royal Horticultural Society and in 1897 she was one of the first sixty recipients (and one of only two women) to receive the Victoria Medal of Honour.
Sadly, she dwindled away her fortune because of her obsession with gardening, which led her to purchase three gardens in England, France and Italy, employing 104 gardeners to fill them with plants. However, she left a legacy of plants that she introduced, including this lilac, one of over 60 plants named after her or her home, Warley Place in Essex.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
S. vulgaris
The fragrance of lilacs lingers in a memorable way. It is said that the wood of the lilac retains the scent of the blossoms and when old lilac branches are burned their perfume is released.
According to Greek mythology Pan, the god of the forests and fields, was so captivated by a beautiful nymph named Syringa that he chased her through the forest. Frightened by Pan’s affections, Syringa escaped him by turning herself into – what else? – a very beautful and fragrant lilac.
In the language of flowers, purple lilacs symbolize the first emotions of love.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Lilac Lover's Bible
If you want to know more about lilacs, I highly recommend Lilacs: A Gardener's Encyclopedia. This updated classic was first published in 1988 by award-winning American hybridizer Reverend John Fiala and quickly became known worldwide as the lilac lover's bible. It provides up-to-date information on the 21 known lilac species and 10 natural hybrids, as well as hundreds of named cultivars. You’ll find plenty of practical information on selecting, growing, propagating, and using lilacs in the landscape. Best of all, the new edition of Lilacs: A Gardener's Encyclopedia is packed with nearly 600 fantastic color photographs.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
I Love Lilacs
The lilac collection at the Arnold Arboretum (of Harvard University) has been going strong for over 135 years. Founded in 1872, the Arnold is the oldest public arboretum in North America and is recognized as one of the world's leading centers for the study of plants.
Today, Mother's Day, is Lilac Sunday at the Arboretum and visitors swarm the grounds to admire the color and fragrance of hundreds of lilacs in bloom. One tends to see more people than lilacs at this event, which is why I plan my visit days beforehand.
I had the good fortune to view the lilacs just as they were coming into peak bloom this spring. The weather was dismal ─ overcast and rainy ─ conditions that I consider to be absolutely perfect for viewing lilacs. Because they came into bloom early this year, those visiting them today are seeing them on the wane. And, unfortunately, today's very high winds have probably left most of them in tatters.
I was able to capture this year's blooms at their very best on , and I'll be sharing them in the next few posts.
To view details click on the photo above.
...to be continued
Friday, May 7, 2010
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Nothing of him that doth fade
Nearly a year later, I understand that Rock meant to hang on for me. I couldn't see it then; it would have been too painful. But our bond was very strong. In paying tribute to his memory I also celebrate his life.
Happy Birthday, boy-boy. You live on in my heart.
"...Of his bones are coral made:
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange."
~William Shakespeare