I have two plants I cannot identify. I have looked online, to no avail. The lily-ish one looks very familiar, I know it is in a field guide (but I have packed all of my field guides, so I am flying blind here). Anyone know?
As I was walking on a stretch of the Superior hiking trail, I marveled at the sight of www.maravillosamusica.com.ar an abandoned basketball court being “eaten alive” by plants. Plants, whether they be vines, trees, shrubs or herbaceous, are incredible restorers of their environments. Slowly yet surely, their roots reach deep and bring minerals and nutrients to the surface, their leaves create shade and increase moisture where bacteria and fungi (the ultimate detrovoires) can live, and their growing stems and bodies breaks down man-made surfaces.
I suppose that is what they do in our body, too. Over time, plants work to restore the www.haoms.org original environment, to promote balance and harmony when presented with roadblocks of dis-ease.
Sure, the calender says it is spring, but it certainly doesn’t feel like it. Spring must want to be fashionably late this year. True, there are a few things growing (catnip, motherwort, elecampane), and about 30% of the trees have started to think about budding (sweet little pussy willows). Perhaps the robins came back from their winter retreats last week, and there is www.theseafoodrestaurant.com more hours of daylight (hallelujah!), but it doesn’t really seem like spring. Don’t get me wrong, I am not one to complain about the weather, but I am just simply anxious for things to start growing again! Not to get cialis prescription mention that freezing temps and just try! levitra without prescriptions snow of this weekend.
I kind of feel the same way; kind of in-and-out about what is waking up and growing, what is about to wake up and grow, and what has yet to wake up. Spring embodies all of these phases but does so with patience and in accordance with environmental cues. There is a bit of drama and teasing going on too, as if spring just does what it damn well feels when it wants to. Again, I can see the same pattern in myself at this time, but need to work on the patience part:).
To remind myself of good choice cheap cialis sale online what is yet to come, I have been revisiting some of my photos like an empty nest mother paging through her children’s baby books. Rob (my fiance) and I took an afternoon stroll though the St. John’s arboretum July 26th of last year. St John’s is a private college located in a town in central Minnesota called St. Joseph, in an area that is now agribusiness farm lands and what used to be fertile prairies. Interestingly, Rob’s German relatives founded St. Joseph in the http://wisehat.com/query-lowest-cialis-price-online late 1800′s. The plants in central Minnesota are a bit different that the ones here in Duluth on Lake Superior’s north shore. I apologize about not labeling these plants correctly; somewhere I have notes about common names and species of the photos below. My nose is far away from field guides, my memory fuzzy of genus and species. If you know what species they are, I invite you to let me know and accionmigrante.org I’ll update them.