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mayapples

May 8, 2016 by Dave Bonta

Clear and windy after a week of damp weather. Down by the stream, one or two mayapple flowers peek out from under their crowd of umbrellas.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags mayapples
May 1, 2015 by Dave Bonta

Buds have burst on the witch hazel, leaf-pairs clasped together as if in prayer. Dimly visible in the fog: a crowd of mayapple umbrellas.

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April 16, 2010 by Dave Bonta

The mayapples next to the creek have opened their umbrellas. We do need rain. Already, the top branches of the crabapple have caught fire.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags crabapple, mayapples, stream

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