IMAGINE A PLACE WHERE YOU CAN GO AND WALK FOR MILES ALONG AN ENCHANTING WINDING PATH SURROUNDED BY WILDFLOWERS, HUMMINGBIRDS AND EAGLES, ALONG A WIDE BLUE RIVER ON A BALMY SPRING DAY. THE PATH HAS BUTTERFLIES AND A WIDE VARIETY OF BLOOMING FLOWERS AT EVERY TURN AND IT DOESNT END, JUST KEEPS GOING…
There were Eagles in the tall Oaks and Sycamores. We stumbled upon this one at a close range and we watched for some time.
What became an enchanting walk, a blur of eagles, bluebells, Trilliums, hummingbirds, Phlox, Spring Beauty, along with the rumbling blue waters of the wide and grand Susquehanna on its last miles before it becomes the magnificent Chesapeake Bay. The path we followed was intimate in scale, narrow and winding, occasionally affording us panoramic vistas of the vibrant Susquehannna River. As the hours passed, our botanizing, bird-watching, hiking, walking, strolling and long pauses metamorphosed into an elevated experience of awareness; this in the most humble sense was translated into altered mood, one of an exulted state!
As close as recently remembered, a feeling of grandeur, enlightenment and distance; watching the tender green hillsides across the river, and seeing the back-round of springtime clouds and blue skies full of birds there was a sense of timelessness. The hills, the species, the waterways are older than we can really comprehend, especially on this special day, it is now that we have become a part of its continued existence. The distance of time is stretched even further in our imaginations, further in its grandeur and vastness- the Earth is so old, we can barely begin to understand it all, all we have are a few charts and geological timelines, the history of species concealed overall, we are left with the snapshots we leave you with. But today is different than all of the worries of the world, today, these images and seemingly endless paths through the blooming Bluebells, Trilliums and Eagles, the grandeur and the vastness is crystallized into this moment. This is the epiphany. The epiphany for this Spring.
So we are going to leave you alone with this dream-like landscape of Bluebells, Eagles and Trilliums all against the backdrop of Â a timeless, vast river.
This inviting trail on this Susquehanna State Park floodplain led us for miles along the majestic Susquehanna River. The trail wound through an enchanting forest rising from a sea of blooming bluebells. The blue of the fresh flowers complemented the deep blue of the river’s water and the bright blue of the Maryland Spring sky. Across the river we could see the hues of that delicate spring green on the trees, this the same green that was the backdrop of the rich, robust blues that dominated the forest floor all around us.
The hollow stems of the Mertensia virginica, the Virginia Bluebells, make for a delicate plant, easily crushed or broken off by the drop of a dead branch or the footsteps of animals, the leaves tender and floppy and richly green, leathery to the eye, but truly thin and never seeming to reach maturity- the leaves yellow and die before they ever become hardened or even tattered. This is a Spring plant that lasts as long as Spring lasts, flowering for weeks at a time, making it desirable in cultivation, as a garden beauty- actually the showpiece Spring garden planting as it produces masses of flowers of brilliant blue, right at the time when we gardeners and observers of natural beauty Â yearn for anything green-and to have this luminescent blue in the inflorescence is astounding.
In the natural world, on its own, as it has been for millenia, this seemingly endless expanse of Bluebells here on this sunny April day along the riparian woodlands of the Lower Susquehanna, have us mezmerized. Â We stopped on the trail to take in the sight of this vast population, growing in a forest of Sycamores, Paw-Paw and Red Maple…the beauty of the sight has no measure or quantifiable Â relevance. What it is to just see the whole herbaceous layer, a completely blue inflorescence of native plants on the forest floor!
The blue of the sky and the blue of the river. The blue of the plants! Â We are ensconced in blue.
On this bright, sunny day, we are very happy, and it is so enjoyable to walk for miles along the river and see this Springtime carpet of bluebells.
The very thought of them not being present becomes upsetting. We really love these flowers! Â And we are not the only ones. The native bees are Â very interested in them as well. Before the flowers bloom, they are pink.
A pink flower on this one! We see these from time to time, and sometimes completely white ones too. That natural variation of species is interesting to observe in a highly populated setting.
We can see to the horizon of this forest, bluebells all the way!
The gently winding trail through this natural area makes it look like a garden. For gardeners, nature is the true inspiration, and for trail builders and natural land managers, perhaps the garden is the best inspiration for trail design. How can a trail through this natural area be as inviting as possible and showing off the best views, all the while creating a sense of place so satisfying that there Â is never a desire to leave the trail? Â This trail wound its way along the floodplain, affording us spanning vistas of the Susquehanna from time to time, as well as leading us into the forests where we were surrounded by the bluebells.
It must be noted that when a plant emerges from the ground below, and creates the color of the sky above with such vibrant luminescence, that we are witness to a communication of minerals, living cellular organisms, and the physical properties of air and water, such as how they refract light waves, so that we see them as we do, the light is bent into the blue that we see-this communication we understand as colors that we appreciate.
For us, and possibly the bees too, the message is just that, just why we are attracted to the message. These plants may eventually benefit from such an attraction by humans, by being propagated and maintained as garden specimens, gaining an evolutionary advantage in a world where more and more natural areas are being consumed by developments that destroy them and then plant a monolithic strata of alien cultivated species that have no interactive Â relevance to the immediate natural surroundings.
Bluebells are relevant to the immediate biosphere and we find them attractive.
Maybe only the native plants with the prettiest flowers to humans will survive, along with the toughest native weeds.
The delicate nature of Bluebells, so easily crushed, the flowers detach with the slightest pluck, they are truly the ephemeral nature of Spring. This is why we cannot wander off the carefully designed trails into the woods, because the Bluebells would be crushed immediately, and a heavily visited public park such as this, staying on the trails is paramount, for the Bluebells are for all, and all can destroy them so easily. To have what is left of the natural world in our area to be as wild as possible, and true to its origins, Â then we must think of them as gardens, to be weeded of invasives and carefully trodden upon. At least in this part of the world, in this part of Maryland, and the heavily populated northeastern U.S., wild is something we have to maintain and become stewards of. While we cannot create the wild, we can stop destroying it and we can begin to restore it, even in our gardens.
The wild, as history unfolds, has turned out to be quite enchanting and mesmerizing, and ever so delicate!
Seeing right into the flower of the Bluebell, we are looking at Spring itself, right in the eye.
Summer has matured elegantly along the lower Susquehanna River in Maryland. We are greeted with the rich, sweet, aromatic fermentation of the Paw-Paw fruit that has dropped to the ground, along with the pleasant sight of the Paw-Paw trees laden with their large bountiful fruits.
Great Blue herons taking their afternoon rest along the colorful shores, bright with blooming Â yellow sunflowers and Red Lobelia.
This is the place and time to watch birds and the flowering plants that ultimately sustain them interact with the mature season.
We discovered Â Sensitive Fern and Phlox, growing wild and blooming amidst the shade of Silver Maple and Sycamore.
Joe- Pye weed was at the very end of its flowering cycle, and many specimens were already in seed.
We found Carolina Elephant’s Foot blooming.(Â Elephantopus carolinianus). Â
This plant,Â Elephantopus carolinianus, pictured above is endangered in Pennsylvania but is growing in abundance along the shore of this part of the Susquehanna River.
New York Ironweed.
Reaching for the light below the Silver maples and the Sycamores.
The summer is coming to its end. In these parts, last year, it was a very wet August, and this year a much drier one. The lobelia last year was of a robust size, and pictured growing out of the swelling Susquehanna. Â This year the plant was reduced in size, with the river about ten feet away.
The trail went along an old abandoned rail line for about a mile, and then it spun off by itself into a rich floodplain. We could smell the fruity aroma of the fermenting Paw-Paw, rotting into the forest floor. the 3/4 inch long dark brown seeds, about ten to fifteen per 4 inch fruit are considered hydrophyllic, which means they need to stay moist in order to remain viable and have a chance of sprouting. Â If they dry out for a few days, they will most likely not sprout. Â The juicy fruits slowly decay on the forest floor, keeping the seeds moist until the next rain, or until the leaves from the dense silver maples or the tall white oaks and Sycamores lose their leaves, covering the decayed fruits and helping them retain their moisture. The cover of leaves will bring them through the winter where the seeds undergo another necessary condition for sprouting, which is a prolonged period of cold temperature called cold stratification.
Many of the plants growing before our eyes require winter to survive as a species.
The Red Lobelia requires hummingbirds to visit them and deliver pollen from another Lobelia plant in order to produce fertile seeds. Â The Paw-Paw tree also requires pollen from a distinctly different population of trees in order to produce fruit and viable seed. Â Many groupings of Paw-Paw trees found in the woods are actually one plant that has spread from rhizomes, and the trees are self-sterile, which means an individual specimen of this species cannot pollinate itself.
The hummingbirds are dependant upon the Lobelia for its life-sustaining nectar, as the lobelia depends on the bird for its ability to produce viable seed and reproduce. With many of the species of plants we have studied, genetic diversity is a consistent theme, as well as genetic provenance.
When we see these plants and their associated birds, watching them interact from our widow into the garden, or from the riparian wild of the Lower Susquehanna, the face of these two species become interconnected; one cannot be without the other, so to see the Lobelia is to see the Hummingbird, and to understand these two species as a recognizable component of this ecosystem is an achievement.
This awareness is a satisfying part of our afternoon walk. Â In this field of learning and education, every species has something to tell us. Â Not every seed of the Paw-Paw tree survives. Many dry up and return to the soil as organic matter, ready for the next iteration of life.
The Lobelia seed will require the wind and the flow of water to travel to the next suitable destination to be possibly sprouted. Â The thousands of tiny seeds are of no interest to birds. The seeds must travel for the species to survive, because the plants require that genetic diversity.
In this above photograph, which appears as a pool of life, there is a flow from one place to another, as the pool is indeed an ancient river, and Â what is also depicted is a timeless quality: The species and rocks are older than we can comprehend displayed in a morphology that spans a scope of millions of years.
Thinking about species and geology out in the field on this late summer day, while the remnants of a hurricane begin to pass over us, the humidity stifling, we find ourselves in a distinct time and place in the history of the earth. Â Looking into the color and stature of any plant, there is a story to tell; one that unlocks the mysteries of the universe, each one can tell a story of fabulous chemistry and startling physics, an impressive biological tale that most likely spreads over astounding geographical regions and often within the stories to be told among the vast collection of knowledge classified as the study of botany, there are continental variations on the same species or family originating from Pangea.
The rocks in the above picture have existed for millenia, however their forms have been changed drastically as they have been eroded down to these stubs from the flow of water past them. However the form that they are in presently will most likely remain for a very long time after the individual specimens of ducks also pictured above will last. A difficult question to ask now, but most pressing is whether the species of ducks will be around the day these rocks have weathered away?
Above, we reveal the timeless,bountiful and grand wilderness to you as someplace that is as accessible and familiar as the I-95 corridor between Philadelphia, Baltimore and Washington D.C., it’s bridge pictured above. This is the bridge near the Maryland toll booths, just north of Havre de Grace. Â This bridge is a link between some of the most densely populated Â regions in North America, an infrastructural component of the human ecosphere. We rode over this bridge on the way to this magnificent site and we both looked out the window in anticipation of our arrival: Â This is the place, our destination.
So then, with all of these thoughts of species, time and geology, the spectacular vision of nature outlined before us all as we sit humbled and pensive, our minds in a wonderous state just pondering this magnificent world we have stumbled upon and have realized is before our senses; Â this world, like the ripe fruit of the Paw-Paw tree, a sweet and complex tasting world, like the fact that each grouping of Paw-Paw trees has a different tasting fruit, much like that of the well established provenance of wine regions, there is a world before us that is sweet and is fermenting, full of distinctions and subtleties, a world that relies on diversity and survives on a rough regimen of loss where the dead are ultimately the soil we survive on: now on comprehending our own species, we are best to contemplate these thoughts in the comfort of your own favorite natural area and be rest assured that we will end up in a beautiful place.
American Elms (Ulmus americana) grow out of the rivers edge.
Comprehending our own species, passing over that bridge on the superhighway from city to city, or studying and conserving the natural area known as Susquehanna State Park, Maryland, Â appreciating the beauty of the other species and understanding that there is a complexity of interactions that needs lifetimes of study and comprehension to fully realize the whole or something resembling a whole, right beside our daily needs and consumption, our species exists. We can study and comprehend the Lobelia, the Hummingbirds and the Paw-Paw tree, just a few, as a species, and we can destroy the habitats of these other species in a flash. Like the rest of nature, our species is diverse and volatile. However, now that we can comprehend this world with such panoramic sensibilities, our species evolution is imminent and most certainly dependent on the fate of our many and crucial neighboring species. Â Which plant and animal do we most depend on?
(Arisaema triphyllum) , Jack -In-Pulpit. The bright red fruits of this woodland herbaceous wildflower are a common occurrence on the forest floor.
There is nothing more instructive than to visit a 300 million year old layer of shale in Pennsylvania’s Susquehanna River watershed that has been exposed to the earth’s surface, find a loose chunk of the rock and whack it with a hammer just enough to loosen it, and then pull it apart to find a fern fossil inside.
Considering that The Susquehanna is in danger from contamination in the current frenzy of natural gas drilling, we must pause as a species to reflect on our evolutionary record: Compared to the species that survive the long haul, how do we quantify and examine the necessary adaptations in a way that can give us an innate understanding of what is required? How does polluting our rivers give us an advantage, especially when so many individual and collections of specimens of our species speak out and organize against this? What do we need to do to really adapt to maintain our survival and not destroy other species? Humans are most certainly no ferns on this matter.
The rocks are packed with facts about species and life and death on earth. Â With the drastic changes made to the habitats that support our species, we must pause before the hard evidence below our feet before we consider our fate.
The ripe fruits of the Paw-Paw trees, so heavy they pull the trees closer to the earth, and so richly aromatic in a ripe and full forest.