|Say Good-bye to my house!|
Around the corner growing in a wild spot is a native Spirea -- Douglas' Spirea/Spiraea douglasii, also called hardhack, a common name that came from settlers who had a hard time hacking through large stands of it. It's native from Alaska to California, and east to Montana.
|I wanted one of these in my garden until I heard that it can take over. Sounds like it suckers uncontrollably, like sumac.|
|Bindweed can take over too, but its flowers are pretty.|
This is a stand of Fireweed/Epilobium angustifolium, a beautiful native that colonizes waste places and disturbed soil. It is one of the first plants to return after a fire, hence its common name. I've heard there is lots of it in the areas devastated by the eruption of Mount St. Helens.
It's also known as Great Willow-herb in Canada and as Rosebay Willowherb in the U.K. In Alaska they use Fireweed to make candies, jellies, syrups and even ice cream. Honey made from Fireweed has a distinctive, spicy taste.
Someone has a lovely clump of Crocosmia.
This little fellow was very upset that I was walking past his master's house!
I have to make a confession here. I am afraid of large dogs. Since I started walking I've been barked at by quite a few. Often I can't see them behind fences, but I do worry that they might be able to jump over. They all sound so very fierce!
In fact, one day I was plodding along, head down, and a car passed me with a big dog in the front seat with its head out. It woofed very loudly at me! I almost jumped out of my skin. As if my heart wasn't already beating a fast tattoo from the exercise!
This is a lovely series of trees. I'd like to have something like this in my front garden. You can see from the picture at the top that it's rather plain.
There were some pretty Japanese maples too.
This is a pretty little bed.
Love the seedheads that wave in the breeze!
I pass a couple of dirt driveways that disappear into the trees. I always wonder what's at the other end.
Here's another one.
As I lifted the camera to take that picture, I heard a car approaching. It slowed down until I had lowered the camera. In the front seat was a passenger, a guy with a big, jolly smile on his face. He waved as they passed. It was such a bright, happy smile, it made me happy.
This interesting little guy was waiting in my driveway when I got home.
Sometimes when I walk, I get so into the rhythm of my own stride and breathing, that I don't pay close attention to my surroundings. But sometimes it's good to slow down and look.
Next week I will probably have some new things to look at. This walk is less of a challenge now, so I'm going to extend it to some other streets.