On a hike in Weld

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The view from Center Hill in Weld.
The view from the scenic trail on Center Hill in Weld on a hike earlier this month. (Photo by Jane Knox)
Gorgeous wild flowers springing up all along hiking trails. I’m such as a delicate Atrium. Center Hill, Weld, Maine.
Gorgeous wild flowers springing up all along hiking trails on Center Hill in Weld. (Photo by Jane Knox)
And here comes “summer time when the living is easy!” (Lorriston Adams Ken Morgan, two of the self named “Three Stooges.” Hills Pond, Weld)
Fishing buddies at Hills Pond in Weld. (Photo by Jane Knox)
Or these Trout Lillies. Please, don’t pick. Scenic Trail. Center Hill. Weld.
Trout lilies on scenic Trail. Center Hill in Weld. (Photo by Jane Knox)
The Partridgeberry always accompanied by two star shaped flowers is indigenous to North America and is also commonly called  “squaw vine” because of its use by Native American women who drank it as a medicinal herb tea prepared during childbirth.
The Partridgeberry, always accompanied by two star shaped flowers, is indigenous to North America and is also commonly called “squaw vine” because of its use by Native American women who drank it as a medicinal herb tea prepared during childbirth. (Photo by Jane Knox)
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  1. 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!

  2. 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

  3. 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.

  4. Lovely, Henry, I especially like your dying gladiator barns. I have a whole series of such photographs.

  5. Jane, through your pictures I can feel the enticing excitement of the vast hiking trails throughout the Mt. Blue region. Thanks!

  6. so nice to see! makes me homesick again – I’m from Wilton, Maine from way back.

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