Mailbox Monday: Oh, Deer!

 

Spotting Trout Lilies

A couple of weeks ago, I received an email from a friend that informed us of a spot in Grady County, Georgia where folks can go and see an amazing display of trout lilies. The site is only open from 1-4pm on selected days when the trout lilies are in bloom, which is only a few weeks. I was afraid that we were not going to be able to go as those limited hours are almost entirely contained within  my school day and it takes over an hour to drive there. However, we were able to go on Saturday, and we were so very glad we did.

Trout lilies are also known as dogtooth violets.

Erythronium americanum  is more aptly named trout lily as the plant is not a violet, but a lily, and the trout-like mottling is also obvious on the leaves.

The plant is interesting. The flower is lovely. But it is the shear numbers that made it so fascinating. They claim there are millions. A trail has been set up to guide the visitor along a ridge and into a low area, circling back but lower than you were. As you look up the slope, the ground is covered with trout lilies and some trilliums.

This gives you the idea of some of the density.

The flowers are only open  for a couple of hours each afternoon when the sun is on them, making photographing them challenging. But goodness know, folks were out there trying!

Now imagine this whole area covered with trout lilies.

and this…

And on and on for acres in these relatively open woods. There probably are millions.

I noticed that as the yellow bloom fades, it takes on a more reddish hue.

We read that they are fertilized by ants. Those flowers grew a seed pod.

After the flower drops, only the seed pod is left behind.

This plant shows three stages going on.

 

At some point, I assume the seed pod will spring open, flinging the seeds to disperse them.

Here is the website for Wolf Creek Trout Lily Preserve:

http://www.wolfcreektroutlilypreserve.org/wolfcreek/Wolf_Creek.html

It was well worth the  drive.

Cooking Big Bird

In a moment of questionable sanity our younger son ordered a free-range turkey for Thanksgiving. I say this because of the purchase price and also the size of the turkey. It was just under 30 pounds. Well, we went to my parents’ for Thanksgiving and Christmas and so this past weekend we had Valenturkey. Our three “kids” came here and we invited two friends to join us for a traditional Thanksgiving dinner. The weather was beautiful and we were able to eat on the porch.

This was by far the biggest thing I have ever tried to cook and I will admit that I was rather intimidated by its size. Just thawing it took a week in our refrigerator. It was so solidly frozen that I joked that we could just turn off the refrigerator and everything would be kept cold for days.

There was also the matter of the pan for roasting it in. Nothing in our kitchen was large enough, so we ended up finding these giant aluminum ones in SAM’s that did the trick. I doubled them when I put it in the oven.

No cooking chart that I found went as high in weight as this big bird, so I just really had to guess how long it would take to get it done.

  Well, I was off an hour, but we had a good salad (made by the same son) and good company and some Fat Tire and other beer to pass the time as we waited.

Eventually,…

It was good.

After turkey sandwiches on Sunday, we split it up three ways and began to reclaim our refrigerator.

I think this might be destined to be one of those memorable family stories.

Something For Everyone

I visited a cemetery recently and was surprised to learn of the wide variety of ways that folks have chosen to be remembered, and others have chosen to honor their departed loved ones.

I learned that it is now an option to have a scene etched on the memorial stone. This one shows a couple in a swing with the tractor and the Corvette in the yard.

This scene shows a bulb garden and palms.

This fellow must have loved golf.

I had to love this goat truck. That is the old name for the crane truck that lifts the citrus boxes and carries the fruit to the packing house or at least to the semi-truck.

There were several with semi-trucks etched on them.

A number of the stones had photographs. I was also interested in the solar lights that can be found at the grave sites.

This one has to be the most unique. It is a life-size motorcycle with a couple on it.

It would seem that there is indeed something for everyone.

Coots, More Coots and Moorhens

For the past couple of years, there have been hundreds of coots that have been wintering at St. Marks National Wildlife Refuge. There are always some, but it seems the population has exploded. You know how it is with the snowbird population!

They are just everywhere there’s water.

In contrast, you have to look to find these similar-looking moorhens. They are more shy but also sport quite the gaudy beak, sometimes referred to as “candy corn.”

Mailbox Monday: Chinese New Year Decor

 

No dragon your feet out to get this mail!

Flies in His Eyes

My kindergartners sing a song called, “Flick a Fly.” There is a line in it that goes, “Flies in your eyes will drive you crazy! Flick that fly away!”

On a Monday this month, B had successful cataract surgery in one eye. A week later, he went back and had the other eye lasered to clear up the lens in it. Since then he has had floaters in that eye. He said at first he thought it was small flies and he batted at them.

Which brings to mind another song, “Shoo, Fly! Don’t Bother Me!”

Yesterday B said, “At least they aren’t fireflies and keep me awake at night!”

Today, the floaters are gone ---and the flies have flown away, too.

Thank goodness!