Posts by Anita

Sadness at Standing Rock

Posted by on Oct 28, 2016 in fall, Unmowed Blog | 0 comments

Sadness at Standing Rock

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Sumac: Not Poison

Posted by on Oct 23, 2016 in fall, leaves, Unmowed Blog | 0 comments

Sumac: Not Poison

Sumacs don’t seem to fit in a suburban backyard—they belong on a tropical island. So flamboyant a tree should have parrots and toucans perching in it instead of chickadees.

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Purple Coneflower: Pollinator Favorite

Posted by on Oct 17, 2016 in fall, pollinators, Unmowed Blog | 0 comments

Purple Coneflower: Pollinator Favorite

Purple coneflower is a native American plant, a blast of purple petals surrounding a spiky central cone. Echinacea comes from a Greek word meaning hedgehog.

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Yellowstone Hot Springs: Extremophiles

Posted by on Oct 1, 2016 in environment, nature centers, summer, Unmowed Blog | 0 comments

Yellowstone Hot Springs: Extremophiles

It’s the weirdest thing I ever saw. A hole in the ground, filled with water. The most beautiful crystal clear water, turquoise and lovely as a swimming pool. It looks cool and inviting—but it’s hot. Incredibly, insanely hot. This clear water is steaming and bubbling with the heat from molten rock surging up from the earth’s core. Yellowstone National Park is dotted with these bizarre holes in the ground. Geysers and hot springs and pools. Old Faithful, of course, the reliably spectacular geyser, but also a host of pools and puddles, some no bigger than a good-sized kitchen sink. And they...

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Asters in the Badlands

Posted by on Sep 28, 2016 in flowers, summer | 0 comments

Asters in the Badlands

The Badlands. An incredibly arid, but weirdly beautiful landscape.  I often marvel at how plants can shove through cracks in cement or bloom in gravel or sand. But how can any wildflowers blossom in this ash-colored, bone-dry soil? Plants need sun, of course, but here there’s nothing but sun. No trees, no shade at all. Even on a cool day, the constant sun can get to you. After a while you find yourself trying to fit into the three-inch wide shadow cast by a trail marker. Anything to hide from the glare for just a moment. But there’s nowhere for these asters to hide. And apparently, no water....

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