We have these crazy clematis that turn into hairy Seussian tufts when the blooms are spent. There are plenty left over from last summer. As usual, the late afternoon sun worked its magic. Seriously – everything is beautiful in the golden hour.
137/365: last year’s clematis
The prairie is teeming with monarda seed heads but each one is extraordinary in its own right.
61/365: single monarda
Signs of life, like ghostly apparitions, like memories fading before our eyes.
41/365: trio
I love the linear quality of vines and they stand out among the upright stalks of so many prairie plants. I may have to wait for summer blooms to identify this one, though. Unless you know. If so, please let me know in the comments. Guesses welcome.
37/365: dry prairie vine
Back to back bare bones (see yesterday’s post). I’m in love with this idea – it was all I could think about on my walk yesterday.
35/365: stalks
It took a closer look to see the tiny individual dried flowers on this liatris stalk. And a photograph to make me see its fruit: tiny seeds adorned with hairy parachute tufts to carry them off on the wind.
24/365: liatris fruit & flower
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