Posts Tagged ‘flowers’

In my last post about the Badlands, this plant appeared in one shot.  I thought it was worth a closer look, so here it is: Wooly Verbena/Vervain.  These 1-4 foot tall wildflowers attract many species of bees and butterflies to the Badlands.  Plains Indians used this plant in their teas to calm stomach problems. The color especially pops in a landscape of tans and browns.

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I know. I said we were going to the Badlands today. But I forgot Friday is for flowers, so here is a shot of wildflowers by the first lake.  It’s been so much fun having you visit the Bighorns with me.  We’ll be leaving early tomorrow morning now that we have the cabin ready for winter: brace poles, dust covers, mouse bait and traps.  A friend will blow the water lines and all those sorts of things after we leave.  Makes it easier for us to just get up, finish loading the van and leave.  We’ll drive to Gillette, then stop for caffeine, either coffee or tea, and a bit of breakfast.  You can take a nap if you need to.

It’s been such fun.

Harebell. AKA bellflower, lady’s thimble, witch’s thimble, heathbells, fairies’ thimbles, or dead men’s bells.   These bells were still ringing in August in Wyoming.

Harebell was formerly used in the manufacture of blue dye for tartans and is the symbol of the MacDonald clan. The common name of harebell alludes to the folk beliefs that it either grew in places frequented by hares or that witches used juices squeezed from this flower to transform themselves into hares. The Haida Indians of the Pacific Northwest called them “blue rain flowers” and it was thought that picking them would cause it to rain. In Europe the leaves are sometimes eaten raw in salad and the plant is thought to have minor medicinal qualities.

Source: USDA

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I completely forgot that the Weekly Photo Challenge is taking a vacation this week.  (Who said that was okay?)  I hope this works instead.  🙂

I’m glad it was sunny this morning for our ride, but now that the fog is moving in, let’s take a walk down to the lake. Everything is so different in the fog.

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This is the First Lake (caps because that’s how it’s known.)  There are three lakes total and all are stocked with trout.  Oh, over there! Did you see that one jump?  It was a big one.  There’s been a mother moose and baby in the lake in the mornings, but if we see them, we’ll stay well away.  The calf might find us interesting, which would make the mother very nervous and a nervous moose can easily become an attacking moose, moving at a speed as fast as that of a running horse.

Let’s sit on that flat rock for a bit.  With the fog, it’s even quieter than usual, the fog dampens sounds, but we can still hear the water sounds.   There are some ducks in the corner and the other day I spotted a red-tailed hawk.  In the early evenings, the horses make their way to the lake, drinking and walking in and around it.

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