Friday, August 29, 2014

August 28


Thursday, I drove 25 miles southeast of Alma to the eastern edge of Gratiot County so Remi and I could hike the Red Pine Trail, one of several trails that access the 17,000-acre, Gratiot-Saginaw State Game Area. The early morning weather was sunny with a temperature of 57 degrees and no noticeable wind since a dense forest sheltered the trail. We left the car and followed a winding path through a mature forest of oaks and maples with some tall Aspen and Red Pine along the edge. Soon, I paused to examine a fresh Amanita mushroom growing in the middle of the trail. Entering a clearing surrounded by young White Birch trees, I noticed a few Flat-top Asters and Canadian Goldenrod sticking up above a blanket of ferns. I passed a small pond where I spotted a few Buttonbush plants. After another quarter mile through the woods, I arrived at a large, open wetland where I noticed some blossoms of Bluestem Goldenrod and a single blossom of Beggar Ticks. A patch of mud on the trail revealed fresh Raccoon and Whitetail tracks. Entering a clearing, I stopped to enjoy the subtle sounds of unknown Orthoptera while noticing some ferns were changing colors, another sign of impending seasonal change. Continuing along the edge of the wetland, I saw a few clumps of Boneset and a single Water Hemlock plant. About three quarter miles from the start of my hike, I turned around and retraced my steps back through the woods where I stopped by a Pin Oak tree to observe red, fuzzy galls growing on some leaves. Next to my feet, the leaf litter revealed a few spiny puffballs and acorns as well as some Wintergreen leaves where I paused to enjoy their aroma. Finally, we returned to the car and took off for home.


I welcome these August days
When whitetails stop to graze
I welcome the warming sun
On fields where pheasants run
I welcome the scent of clover
That spreads the meadow over
I welcome a forest scene
With all its shades of green
Nature’s month of glory
Part of her summertime story

D. DeGraaf


Thursday, August 21, 2014

August 20


Wednesday, Remi and I hiked a section of the Pere Marquette Rail Trail, 5 miles east of Clare. The early afternoon weather was mostly sunny with a temperature of 73 degrees and a refreshing breeze out of the west. Heading west on the wide, paved path, I spotted some wildflowers that I’d never seen before including Virgin’s Bower (Devil’s Darning Needles) and Prairie Phlox. Also, I picked up the subtle, sweet aroma of Swamp Milkweed that grew in abundance on both sides of the trail. I paused to observe a small stream that was flowing fast due to the recent rains. Further along, I noticed a few blossoms of Bouncing Bet, a small patch of the invasive Crown Vetch and the bright red fruit of Mapleleaf Viburnum. Hopping quietly through the underbrush was some kind of small brown wren that I could not specifically identify. Leaving the rail trail, I turned south and followed a little-worn path into the Lawrence A. McDonald Wildlife Sanctuary, an 11-acre preserve that is part of the Isabella County Park system. The land included a small cattail marsh, a grove of mixed conifers and an open meadow. Almost immediately I spotted a Pearl Crescent Butterfly sunning itself near the ground. Scattered around me were a few small patches of white Aster, a sure sign of the fall season to come. Continuing south, I climbed a small hill and noticed a Blue Bonnet flower as well as a few stalks of a warm season grass called Big Blue Stem. On the crest of the hill, I walked through a patch of Autumn Olive shrubs that were displaying their ripe fruit. Approaching the car, I glanced up at a Red Oak tree and was pleased to see that it was full of acorns. Finally, we found the car and headed back to Alma.


Note of weekly hikes
On terrain high or low
Summertime or winter
Over mud or deep snow
Trail maybe hard to see
Maybe smooth or rough
Journey maybe easy
Journey maybe tough
View maybe foggy
View maybe clear
Whatever’s before me
Mother Nature is near

D. DeGraaf

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

August 13


Wednesday, Remi and I traveled 10 miles west of Mt. Pleasant and hiked around Gilmore Park. Part of the Isabella County park system, this 7-acre preserve is located on the north shore of Lake Isabella. The early morning weather was sunny with temperature of 61 degrees and a stiff northwest wind. We left the car and followed a well groomed, meandering trail into a partially wooded area lined with dense patches of Sandbar Willow as well as exposed areas dotted with Bergamot and Goldenrod. As the trail turned sharply to the left, I noticed the rusty red fruit of Staghorn Sumac, a crimson red, ripe raspberry and some scarlet red leaves of Virginia creeper, a portend of autumn. Perched on a reed was a dainty, Powdered Dancer Damselfly. The trail led me to a wooden deck overlooking the lake where I paused to enjoy the view and listen to the wind rustle through leaves of the aspen trees while a Blue Jay called from the canopy. Near the completion of the first loop, I looked down and admired some Turkey Tail Fungi growing on a dead branch. On the second loop, the trail circled an open field colored with large patches of Spotted Knapweed. I continued on the trail as it skirted a grove of Birch and Cottonwoods where I was pleased to catch a glimpse of a Black & Blue Widow Skimmer Dragonfly. Finally, we returned to the car and headed back to Alma.

The time is now
Place is here
Heaven on earth
Nature is near
No noisy cars
Or polluted air
No concrete jungle
Or lights that glare
A forest trail
Points the way
Nothing disturbs
But calls of a Jay

D. DeGraaf

Friday, August 8, 2014

August 7


Thursday was a good day at Forest Hill Nature Area for a hike with my dog, Remi who has been leashed lately after he recently chased and fought with a resident Raccoon. The early evening weather was mostly sunny with a temperature of 81 degrees and a refreshing breeze out of the northeast. Facing the setting sun, I headed west down the hill to Mallard Marsh where I proceeded to pick and eat a Milkweed seedpod that is tender and tasty when it first appears. I proceeded into Bobolink Meadow where I spotted a Longhorn Beetle on a Queen Anne’s lace blossom. Just south of the trail, I was surprised to see a single Common Teasel plant. Since this thistle is considered invasive, I will have to watch this area to make sure it doesn’t spread. Approaching North Woods, I observed the first of two Viceroy butterflies. Upon entering the woods, I quickly put netting over my head (selfie) as protection against swarms of mosquitos. Stepping across the long boardwalk, I thought about how unusual it was to see water in the vernal pond this time of the year. I exited the woods, turned west and began circling Succession Field where I heard the distinctive call of an Eastern Wood Pewee coming from high in oak tree. Along the edge of South Woods, I spotted blossoms of Agrimonia and Joe Pye Weed as well as unusually large numbers of Indian pipe. I entered the shaded woods and immediately noticed lots of Virginia Knotweed sprouting from the forest floor. Hiking along the edge of Swanson Swamp, I recalled with excitement meeting with an Eagle Scout candidate last week whose planning to build a boardwalk out into this remote wetland. Exiting the woods, I passed Sora Swale and followed the south trail toward Frog Fen where I observed a single Monarch. Turning south, I headed toward Brady Cemetery where I noticed the Red Osier Dogwood shrubs were beginning to grow berries. I passed the cemetery and turned north into Native Grassland that was adorned with colorful wildflowers. Not surprising, the flowers attracted lots of insects including a Honeybee on Mountain Mint and a Black Swallowtail butterfly on a Purple Cone Flower. I continued north along the edge of weed-choked Grebe Pond to the barn where I walked around to the east side and spotted Motherwort and Smartweed. Finally, we returned to the car for our trip home.


In the peak of summer
The field is in bloom
Nature shows her stuff
No bleakness or gloom
In the bush far away
A Goldfinch sings
In the blossom below
A honeybee clings
Smell of Milkweed
If only a hint
Along the trail
Lovely Mountain Mint
Above the pond
Dragonfly flutters by
Above the meadow
Soars a butterfly

D. DeGraaf

Saturday, August 2, 2014

August 1


Friday, Remi stayed back in Alma while my wife, Caroline and I drove 8 miles west of Mt. Pleasant on Pickard Rd. to hike the 78-acre Sylvan Solace property owned by the Chippewa Watershed Conservancy. The mid afternoon weather was cloudy, humid with a temperature of 81 degrees and no wind. We left the car and headed south on a grassy path bordered by an assortment of colorful wildflowers including patches of Bergamot and the invasive, Spotted Knapweed as well as a some Cow Vetch. Next, I paused to observe a White Oak tree that had several leaves with fuzzy Leaf Galls growing on them. Coming to a fork, I spotted some striking tiny blossoms of Pink Deptford. We turned left and followed the trail around to the south again where I caught a glimpse of a Wood Satyr butterfly on a Witch Hazel leaf. After the trail reached a dead end, we turned around and retraced our steps where Caroline pointed out a dead Clymene Haploa Moth on the ground. Returning to the fork, we started west on the River Loop trail where I stopped to look at a Japanese Beetle on a plant that I was not familiar with. Thanks to local wildflower expert, Mike LaValley who identified it as a Round-headed Bush Clover. Up ahead, I saw my first Canadian Goldenrod of the season in bloom. While following the trail as it curved south, the skies darkened and the thunder rumbled. So we turned around where I spotted a Small White Wave Butterfly on a Wild Grape leaf. Also, I came across a nest of Tent Caterpillars on a cherry tree. Returning again to the fork, I looked down to see a Muskingum Gray Dogwood shrub in bloom as well as a patch of Sweet Fern. Finally, we made it back to the car before getting wet and headed home.


Much about nature
Yet to behold
Her many secrets
Yet to unfold
New places to hike
New trails to walk
More plants to find
More creatures to stalk
Season after season
Year after year
From earth and sky
Her call I hear

D. DeGraaf