If you find stars on the ground at your feet this autumn, an American sweetgum tree likely isn't too far away. And if you come upon a perfect heart-shaped leaf, one possibility is that it has dropped from another native, the Eastern Redbud.
This young Sourwood tree planted near a parking lot at Hofstra had the most perfect red, red leaves this week. It's definitely a plant worth seeing this season.
It's a tossup between the peeling, multi-shaded bark of the crepe myrtle and the silvery gray of a flowering cherry for bark of the week, at least for me.
I've been searching for a Monarch Chrysalis for years and this morning I finally found one. And it looks like it's nearly read to break free and fly too.
I'm not going to attempt to ID this mustard-gold and silvery-grey lichen growing on a wooden fence, nor do I know what type of tree the fence was made from. But I think it's pretty neat that there's a composite organism living on what was once part of a tree.
I've never taken a class or workshop in Ikebana, but someday I'd like to. Perhaps it's because another Asian art involving plants, Bonsai, came up in conversation last night or maybe it was simply seeing the beauty of the grass inflorescence and tree branch on this beautiful fall morning, but the result is I now have Ikebana on my mind.
It's funny because the message from Google when it puts together these collages from days gone by is something like "relive this day", and when I see these plant photos, I actually can remember where I was on this day 6 years ago: two parks in Queens.
I didn't think I would meet a new crush so late in the year, but when I got close to this jam-packed planter, I spotted some foliage that just knocked me out.
The slender silvery striped foliage made quite the side spiller in that planter, I thought and that was it for me.
Often the camera and its operator are no match for the subject. One or even two pictures don't seem to capture the what it's like to come upon this graceful Weeping Katsura. Maybe someday I will have to do some photo "stacking" like the photographer did for the books Seeing Trees, (Flowers & Seeds).
I guess you could say the Katsura is still a favorite of mine and that I have fallen hard and fast for a few of them over the years ever since seeing my first one at Brooklyn Botanic.
One thing I like about gardening, horticulture or growing vegetables is the near constant reminder that most "cultures" we speak of, whether ancient or far away, are/were rooted in this practice. People have been planting, growing and altering plants for tens of thousands of years all over the world and just one teeny result is my delight in passing anenomes and Japanese Maple leaves while walking through Hofstra this October morning.
The sun is already low on the horizen early in the evening now, in this second week of October. The long days of summer are over and it won't be long now before the longest nights of the year are here.
If you should spend at least one afternoon in summer chasing schmetterlings, it stands to reason that in the fall you shouldn't miss any chance to catch the season's fleeting colors while the getting is good.
While walking this morning, out of the corner of my eye I caught some vibrant fall color and had to make a detour just to get closer to it.
The detour to the Japanese cherry tree was doubly lucky and worth it then as I caught a Painted Lady butterfly show nearby too.
As the last light of the day comes earlier and earlier. Already the nighttime hours are longer than the daylight hours, though the weather in New York makes it still feel like late summer.
Passing a yellow Hibiscus, for a second it was as if I was transported to Hawai'i.
This summer's annuals, like purple Angelonia, were still going strong while some freshly planted fall annuals were on display in sidewalk planters.
I guess you could say I took the scenic route to my dad's Dahlias? It wasn't over a river or through the woods but there was plenty to see without leaving the pavement.
Karen Orlando: I was a 2010 horticultural intern at Brooklyn Botanic and an organic vegetable gardener at Floyd Bennett Gardens Association, a community garden in Brooklyn.
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