Lovely pictures! Thanks for sharing them. Those are indeed partridge berries, but the flowers are another native wildflower called “goldthread” or “canker root”. (I like goldthread better!) The flowers on partridge berries are star shaped, but they have four petals instead of five and are kind of fuzzy on the outside. They come along a bit later in the year. Keep up the picture taking–it’s a beautiful place we live in!
Ah, Dawn, right you are! I just checked again to see that these flowers have five not four petals. I was so excited on the trail to find them side by side I guess I did not count them. I get pretty excited when I hike. Thanks for pointing this out. Jane
FACING MT. BLUE
As contrails lengthen
far over the mountain,
earlier, further, spindles recall
wheels and looms
in the homes of Weld’s settlers.
Mt. Blue garners its granite now as then.
The contours of its hills evoke saddles,
potatoes, and the backs of hedgehogs.
Surrounding towns have poets’ names:
Byron, Dryden, and names
far flung in space-time, Carthage and Peru.
We hang, time to time, all together
among the dying gladiator barns.
Lovely, Henry, I especially like your dying gladiator barns. I have a whole series of such photographs.
Jane, through your pictures I can feel the enticing excitement of the vast hiking trails throughout the Mt. Blue region. Thanks!
so nice to see! makes me homesick again – I’m from Wilton, Maine from way back.
Lovely pictures! Thanks for sharing them. Those are indeed partridge berries, but the flowers are another native wildflower called “goldthread” or “canker root”. (I like goldthread better!) The flowers on partridge berries are star shaped, but they have four petals instead of five and are kind of fuzzy on the outside. They come along a bit later in the year. Keep up the picture taking–it’s a beautiful place we live in!
Ah, Dawn, right you are! I just checked again to see that these flowers have five not four petals. I was so excited on the trail to find them side by side I guess I did not count them. I get pretty excited when I hike. Thanks for pointing this out. Jane
FACING MT. BLUE
As contrails lengthen
far over the mountain,
earlier, further, spindles recall
wheels and looms
in the homes of Weld’s settlers.
Mt. Blue garners its granite now as then.
The contours of its hills evoke saddles,
potatoes, and the backs of hedgehogs.
Surrounding towns have poets’ names:
Byron, Dryden, and names
far flung in space-time, Carthage and Peru.
We hang, time to time, all together
among the dying gladiator barns.
Lovely, Henry, I especially like your dying gladiator barns. I have a whole series of such photographs.
Jane, through your pictures I can feel the enticing excitement of the vast hiking trails throughout the Mt. Blue region. Thanks!
so nice to see! makes me homesick again – I’m from Wilton, Maine from way back.