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Mount Lemmon Wildflowers Before The Summer Rains (Early In The Season, They Are There If You Look Hard.) — Images by kenne


While hiking the very dusty Aspen Draw Trail on Mount Lemmon I saw my first columbine flower of the summer. It was one of the few wildflowers currently blooming on the mountain. It is very dry in the Santa Catalinas. Much of the trail has a top layer of gray power dust. The summer rains are needed to help bring on the wildflowers. The few that have appeared are short in height and the blooms aren’t lasting very long.
Last summer this blog probably had too many columbine images because they are so irresistible. I hope I will soon be able to post a beautiful fresh-looking columbine.
Here are two links to posts last June:
http://kenneturner.com/2012/06/14/capturing-the-moment-golden-columbine/
http://kenneturner.com/2012/07/03/one-of-my-favorite-wildflowers-golden-columbine/
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Kathy and Joy in The Gardens at The Museum of the Shenandoah Valley, Image by kenne
The Glen Burnie Gardens include the Pink Pavilion and Fountain Courtyard, the Boxwood Parterre and Knot Garden, and Vegetable, Perennial, Rose, and Herb Gardens. The historic Wood and Glass Family Cemetery is also part of this landscape.
Slideshow Images by kenne
Sunflower Image by kenne
My Sunflower
Sunflower.
Smile
in my dream.
Sunflower.
Orange
touch of gold.
Sunflower.
Big
as the sky.
Sunflower.
Blossom
trying to turn.
Sunflower.
Gift
without pushback.
Sunflower.
Close
to the breast.
Sunflower.
Cunning
among lovers
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“Yellow Cactus Flower II” — Image by kenne
Cactus flower 2
Yellow in the morning sun
Wilted by day’s end.
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Purple Prickly Pear Cactus — Image by kenne
It’s not easy being purple
you don’t blend in with
so many other ordinary things
And people tend to stare at you
‘Cause you stand out
Like a sore thumb
next to yellow blossoms.
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Two-tailed Swallowtail — Image by kenne
Breezy zephyr sweeps the fields
And the thistle sways and yields
But the butterfly clings fast
As a sailor to the mast
As a banner iu the blast
Which when widest sweep its folds
Firmest still its proud slave holds
— from Butterfly and Thistle by Julia Ward Howe
Mariposa Lily — Images by kenne
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“Cactus Blossoms On Ice” — Images by kenne
Manzanita Tree — Images by kenne
Manzanita tree, oh so sweet!
Glued to bluffs hard to beat
Hanging out in the sun
Centuries pass having fun.
Twist and turn
You make knots to churn
Slow to grow
Time makes you glow!
Manzanita branches such a treat!
A shrub so stout quite the feat,
You weather time with fine design
Always looking just so divine!
Skeleton branches gray on the outside
But what a delight to find what’s inside
Manzanita, you transform wood oh so red!
Manzanita, you do turn heads!
Rich in gifts
With flowers and leaves
You make honey and potions
Or wedding stands and notions.
Treasures in wood so rich and red
Working with you, I never dread!
You finish so smooth
I think I’ll never move.
by Ron Bazar
The manzanita plant is one of my favorite desert plants because of its unusual color and shape with branches are dark red-mahogany color, intertwined with gray dead sections. In the Catalina mountains, the manzanitas are primarily found between 5,000-6,500 feet. This time of year, the manzanita plants are in bloom along the Bug Springs trail.
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One of the most brilliant of Sonoran desert wildflowers, the Mariposa lily is one of two common lilies found here — the other is ajo lily (desert lily). Since this is the second recent posting on this desert wildflower, you might guess that I’m quite taken by this flower.
Although common to the desert southwest, they are scattered and do not bloom every year. These and those in the earlier posting were a few miles apart at about 4,000′ feet elevation.
Aren’t they beautiful!!
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New Mexico Thistle & Bee — Image by kenne
Thistles
by Ted Hughes
Against the rubber tongues of cows and the hoeing hands of men
Thistles spike the summer air
And crackle open under a blue-black pressure.
Every one a revengeful burst
Of resurrection, a grasphed fistful
Of splintered weapons and Icelandic frost thrust up
From the underground stain of a decayed Viking.
They are like pale hair and the gutturals of dialects.
Every one manages a plume of blood.
Then they grow grey like men.
Mown down, it is a feud. Their sons appear
Stiff with weapons, fighting back over the same ground.