Fading August
The
summer wears on. Just over her prime she is now somewhat diminished like a
faded debutante, tattered at the end of a long dance. Weary and worn she still
has a few surprises left for the astute observer. The velvety oblong green
fruit orbs of the paw paw tree growing, swelling with dewy freshness and added
weight with the help of gravity pull the branch tips towards the ground. It begins
to offer some of its exotic fragrance drifting around the base of the tree. The fruit enlarges by leaps and bounds with each
additional day hanging on the tree in August. It is a promise of sweet things
to come. When ripe the fruit has an unusual taste and fragrance sweet, melting
and somewhat erotic in its complicated odor. It is something you either really
like or abhor at first taste and scent. When it is peeled, the large black
seeds removed and the tender golden flesh cooked it has a custardy sweetness that
appeals to most everyone.
The small green apples hanging on the espaliered trees down
by the garden are now not so small or green and exhibit a slight reddish pink blush
appearing on one side of their surface. Even the Granny Smith apples are
swelling at an alarming rate. My small knotty apples are no match for the fruit
grown in the commercial orchards here in Gilmer County where everything is done
on a rigorous tight schedule and never is a spraying of insecticide or
fertilizer missed. Their apples are huge and hang in clustered abandon like from
a Flemish still life painting. Not a blemish or disfigurement is theirs, much
less a worm. My apples are not in the same class with these perfect specimens
from the commercial orchards but they do have their allure for the person with
an organic mind set. Their appeal is exhibited by the hornets, wasp, bees and
yellow jackets that rush the fruit like a barbarian horde and eat their fill
during the diminishing hours of heat typical of these fading August days. When picking the fruit in the waning days of summer
you have to be very careful or you might grasp a handful of angry, yellow and
black stinging insects, incensed from the interruption of ingesting the sweet
fruit. They can exhibit quite some unanticipated anger from the accidental
intrusion too.
There
must be some mention of the approaching fall wild flowers that begin to spot
the sides of Big Creek Road and the other county thoroughfares. The Black-eyed Susan, (Rudbeckia hirta) are
scattered in wild excess all along the county roads as though planned by
someone without any sense of moderation. Along the roads one can occasionally
see as well the fairly rare, Yellow Fringed Orchid (Platanthera Habenaria
cilaris). It is a diminutive wildflower, an understated golden exclamation
point that when examined under close scrutiny is breath taking. The Crane’s Fly
orchid (Tipularia discolor) is another example of overlooked botanical wonder
because of the tiny size. The leaves have a fluorescent purple underside and grow
all winter only to disappear in the hot summer months. Later in August they offer
an abundance of tiny light brownish white flowers with a green tint exhibited on twelve to
fourteen inch tall stems completely devoid of leaves. They are still at the top
of our driveway in profusion this morning. You have to get down on your knees
with a magnifying glass to fully appreciate the wonder of these tiny flowers.
tbd
Yellow fringed orchid
Rudbeckia
Crane's fly orchid