That's What I've Been Waiting On!

Finally, Finally, Finally.   After ProfessorRoush tired of the summer heat, long past the excitements and enticements of Spring, he has long been dreaming of the moment when the weather turned more seasonable and the weeds ceased to grow; dreaming of Fall.  He's been emotionally salivating, in fact, over the taller-than usual prairie grasses and their potential fall parade of color as the excess rain (in comparison to the average for this region of Kansas) and temperate Fall climate kept them growing.  

I've resisted mowing down the adjacent prairie for weeks, particularly those native areas that I maintain as "rain gardens", just so I could enjoy their ochre and umber tones, which are particularly vivid when dampened by seasonal moisture.  I've waited through a several week dry spell for the rains to make the prairie "pop", to make the Big and Little Bluestem shine like fires among the tans of the Switchgrass and other species, and to fully develop the contrasting seedheads for the display and for the prairie critters.  On Friday, my wait was over.  

And the pictures here are my reward for waiting, my dividend for purposeful procrastination.  Normally, I mow (or "bush-hog") these areas early in Fall, to move the yard perimeter away from the house, simultaneously distancing the house and barn and garden from invasion by packrats and rabbits and deer.  Looking at these, however, make me determined to leave the tall grasses, the native prairie grasses, untouched until the hard freezes rob them of color.  Autumn prolonged by design, as it were.  Do you agree?   

Iobelle In the Spotlight

Hold the presses.  ProfessorRoush wishes to interrupt his irregularly scheduled blog with an important emergency bulletin!  'IoBelle' is blooming its head off here in the Land of Rose Neglect and General Garden Disarray.  I don't deserve these fragrant  and bountiful blossoms, but here they are, nonetheless.

I was mowing yesterday, hoping that it was the last such occasion of the year (likely not...) when I motored past the bed containing 'IoBelle'.  I instantly ceased any thoughts about the blog entries I had been planning and I just had to stop and take pictures of her.  'IoBelle' is Dr. Griffith Buck's pink and cream counterpart to the award-winning, but less hardy, 'Double Delight', and she's still joyfully chugging along in my garden despite years of neglect and willful inattention.

I've written of 'IoBelle' before, so I won't  repeat her pedigree or particulars here. But I will bear witness that this 16+ year old member of my garden has survived a number of really cold winters, droughts, storms, waterlogged soils, searing summers, and Japanese Beetles, avoided Rose Rosette disease, and still it manages to produce blooms like those above and alongside these paragraphs.  She needs trimmed, relieved of her dead and diseased stems, and she is showing leaf loss due to blackspot in this summer of abundant rain.  Yet still, her vigor and the former promise of Dr. Buck's breeding program shine through the neglect to brighten my days.  Long live 'IoBelle'!

Cubits and Shrooms and Rain, Oh My!

All the rain we've had recently in Central Kansas has the rich prairie soil sprouting mushrooms everywhere, and it has ProfessorRoush "diving down a rabbit hole" regarding the exact dimensions of a "cubit".  I've lost track of the total, but over 2 weeks, I emptied my gauges of over 12" of rain.  The official total for the year is around 38" depending on where "spotty rains" fell, where we normally have only 27" by October.  Whatever the exact total, I've never seen the roadside ditch this full! 

You all remember "cubits", right?  As in Genesis 6:15, "The length of the ark shall be three hundred cubits, the breadth of it fifty cubits, and the height of it thirty cubits"?  Well, it turns out that each Middle-Eastern culture, whether Egyptian, Sumerian, Babylonian, or Hebrew, had a different "cubit" defined.  There were Common Cubits, Standard Cubits, Royal Cubits, Long Cubits, Assyrian Cubits, Biblical Cubits, Black Cubits, Cloth Cubits, Hashemite Cubits, Legal Cubits and the Cubit of the King, to name only a few.  All are supposedly (but not supposeably) based on the length of the forearm to the tip of the middle finger.  Don't even get me started on the divisions of the cubit into palms and fingers!  The Wikipedia page about cubits is beyond bewildering.

Anyway, what I've learned is that someone other than me should be the one to attempt an Ark.  Regardless of the temporary panic that brought on the thoughts about The Ark, the rains have since stopped, and fall has arrived with cool nights and sunny days.  And a bumper crop of mushrooms is growing.

Normally, our mushrooms are the grey-white-turning-to-brown monstrous foot-wide toadstools pictured above left, which begin growing as the nice neat puffballs seen here to the right.  But these rains have also stimulated these smaller, frilly brown fungi (pictured below), that can be found everywhere the grass gets mowed.  I don't know if they also grow between clumps of the taller unmowed prairie grasses because I'm not curious enough to wade into the wet, tall grasses to find out.

Needless to say, I don't trust my fungal identification skills enough to harvest or consume any of these wonderful gifts from the prairie.  And in the meantime, please take the painfully-won wise advice of ProfessorRoush and don't ever Google or otherwise exhibit the slightest curiosity about cubits!

I Was In The Wrong Place

I suddenly realized yesterday that I'd been looking for Monarch butterflies to show up for years in the wrong place. And it has unfortunately started an "earworm".   

♫ I been in the right place, but it must have been the wrong time. 

I'd have said the right thing, but I must have used the wrong line. ♫

Thank you, Dr. John (Malcolm John Rebennack, 1940-2019)!   

Monarch butterfly (Danaus plexippus) 

You see, friends, Manhattan Kansas is near one of the major migration routes for Monarch butterflies, and I know that, but I could never figure out why I didn't come across more than an occasional one.  Every year, when I bushhog the pasture in late June, I take special care to go around and preserve a large area of native milkweed that first cropped up on disturbed prairie soil from when we built the "barn".  I always hoped that it would draw the monarchs down from the heavens during their Southern migration period, but, watching for them, I seldom saw any.

Western Ironweed (Vernonia baldwinii)

I was out again yesterday on the bushhog, cutting down some summer forb overgrowth, particularly a few patches of Western Ironweed (Vernonia baldwinii), and stopped immediately when I saw the cloud of butterflies feasting on the delicate purple blooms.  Whites, Sulphurs, Skippers, Fritillaries, Monarchs, Swallowtails; they were all out feeding in the early hot afternoon. 

Western Ironweed closeup 

Of course, being butterflies, they wouldn't sit still or let me near them, so I captured these images on 5X from a distance.  I was especially proud to catch the Monarch and Painted Lady (Vanessa cardui) captured on the same plant (top right), and both nearly in focus!

Jim Mason's Pocket Guide to Common Kansas Butterflies is a great online resource for butterfly identification, and shows valuable "folded" wing pictures of most entries, but it couldn't help me with this one! 

I've never read that Monarch butterflies (Danaus plexippus) feed on Western Ironweed before. Veronia sp. are included in a rather long list of  "adult food sources" on the Monarch butterfly Wikipedia page, but so are half the other plants in my area.   Otherwise known as Baldwin's Ironweed, it is a common invasive weed on the prairie, and cattle won't eat it (which means deer won't eat it either!).  Now that I know it is an important nectar plant, I'll have to let clumps grow in my landscape in the future.