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poetry and prose about place

places off-planet #6 – the ‘Coathanger’ asterism

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Most people have never seen my favourite star grouping, but if you use binoculars and can locate two key stars, I think you could see it too.  It is the ‘Coathanger’ asterism (or group of stars), also known as Collinder 366, Al Sufi’s Cluster, or Brocchi’s Cluster.  It looks like a little upside-down coathanger.  It was first described by the Persian astronomer Al Sufi in 964 AD!

The ‘Coathanger’ is in the constellation Vulpecula in the ‘Summer Triangle’.  To find the ‘Coathanger’, use the binoculars to sweep the Milky Way from the star ‘Altair’ towards the bright star ‘Vega’.   The ‘Coathanger’ is found about one-third of the way from Altair to Vega.

photo is from Wikimedia Commons

original contributor DannyZ

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coat hangers, closets and stars 

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metal hangers

aggravate

refuse to cooperate

jangled

tangled                    twisted

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her closet

built for grace

satin hangers

muffled           plumped      and padded

kind to arthritic hands

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pearl buttons to catch

her dresses

before they slip

to the floor

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between Altair and Vega

Brocchis’ Coathanger Cluster

also known as Collinder 399

suspends the fabric of sky

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with binoculars

this fuzzy patch of light

resolves

to ten           splendid           stars

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strong little hanger

oversized hook

upside-down

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©  Jane Tims  2011

Written by jane tims

May 26, 2012 at 8:08 am

Wild Lily-of-the-Valley (Maianthemum canadense Desf.)

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This time of year, the floor of our Grey Woods is carpeted in the leaves and blooms of Wild Lily-of-the-Valley (Maianthemum canadense Desf.).  The leaves first poke through the dry leaves in mid-April and literally unfurl …

By May the forming flowers are visible…

… by late-May they are in full bloom.

I cannot get a good photo of a white flower, but this shows their star-like quality

The Wild Lily-of-the-Valley, also known as False Lily-of-the-Valley and Canada Mayflower, grows in woods and clearings, and is one of the first plants to appear in the coniferous woods understory.  The leaves are heart-shaped, cleft to fit around the floral stem.  Flowers are white, contained in a compact elliptical raceme.  Each little flower is four-pointed.

The berries of Maianthemum canadense are edible, first appearing as whitish-green with small spots and gradually turning to red.

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This post is dedicated to Barbara Rodger’s mother, who loved Lily-of-the-Valley, the flower the Wild Lily-of-the-Valley gently resembles!

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Wild Lily-of-the-Valley

             – Maianthemum canadense Desf.

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slim emerald flames

burn through dry leaves,

ignite sparklers

of stamen stars,

puffs of smoke,

white berries heat to red

embers in forest

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Warning:
1. never eat any plant if you are not absolutely certain of the identification;
2. never eat any plant if you have personal sensitivities, including allergies, to certain plants or their derivatives;
3. never eat any plant unless you have checked several sources to verify the edibility of the plant.
 
©  Jane Tims  2012

Bluebead Lily (Clintonia borealis (Ait.) Raf.)

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When I hike through the woods, I am made uneasy by two unnatural-looking berries… the ‘doll’s eyes’ of White Baneberry  (Actaea pachypoda Ell.) , and the metallic blue berries of the Bluebead Lily (Clintonia borealis (Ait.) Raf.).  Both berries are poisonous and inedible.  I’ll write more about White Baneberry in a later post, but first, I want to tell you about the Bluebead Lily.

The Bluebead Lily is also known by the names Snakeberry, Dogberry, Corn Lily, Cow Tongue, Straw Lily and even Wild Lily-of-the-Valley.  It is called after De Witt Clinton, several-times Governor of New York.  Its specific name, borealis, is Latin for ‘northern’.

Clintonia grows in rich, cool hardwoods, often on slopes.  The plant consists of two or three large, shiny basal leaves, with parallel veins, wrapped around one-another and clasping the base of a flower-stalk.  The stalk bears several yellow-green nodding lily-like flowers.  In late May, these flowers are just beginning their blooming.

By July, the berries are ripening.  These are considered inedible, perhaps toxic.  They are oval, shiny, dark blue, and to me, menacing.

Although the berries are inedible, the young leaves, when they are just expanding, can be eaten cooked or raw, and taste like cucumber.  To cook them, boil for 10 minutes and serve with butter.  As the leaves mature, the cucumber taste becomes strong and unpleasant.

If you want to try the young leaves of Clintonia, make sure you are certain of identification since there are many leaves in the woods that may superficially resemble the leaves of Clintonia.

Have you ever seen a Bluebead Lily and its berries or flowers?

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poisonous

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White Baneberry

and Bluebead Lily –

vivid berries

peek between leaves,

part a path

in the understory, dolls

wink, use fern shadow

to blink or disguise

a gift, a bead

of metal, stained

glossy, alien

blueberry-blue

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glossed by the Guidebook

with skull and crossbones

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Warning:
1. never eat any plant if you are not absolutely certain of the identification;
2. never eat any plant if you have personal sensitivities, including allergies, to certain plants or their derivatives;
3. never eat any plant unless you have checked several sources to verify the edibility of the plant.

©  Jane Tims  2012

American Black Duck

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On our drives along the St. John River this month, we have tried to identify as many ducks as possible.  There are actually not a lot of species to sort through, but we are just learning.  Among the ducks we have seen this May are the American Wigeon (Anas americana), the Mallard (Anas platyrhynchos), the Green-winged Teal (Anas crecca), and the American Black Duck (Anas rubripes).  These are all Marsh Ducks, surface feeders of ponds and marshes.  The species in this Subfamily feed by ‘dabbling’ and ‘upending’… delightful words!

One weekend, we watched a male American Black Duck for quite a while.  He flew around a bit, flashing his white wing linings, and then floated slowly along a back passageway through the marsh.  He was very dark brown, with a tan head, a yellow beak, and a bluish wing patch. The best part of the experience was his deep croaking, each croak about a second long, and sounding like a little like an unimaginative bullfrog or two pieces of smooth wood being rubbed slowly together.

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The poem below requires a short explanation.  Two months ago, I attended a workshop on climate change at the offices of the North Shore Micmac District Council in Eel Ground, New Brunswick.  I was given a gift afterward, a calendar showing the names of the months in the Mi’qmak language.  The names are beautiful and describe well characteristics of the natural world during various times of the year.  For those of you who do not live in this part of the world, the Mi’kmaq are a First Nations people, indigenous to this region.

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Frog-Croaking Moon – Etquljuikús

(Mi’qmak name for the May moon)

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under the May moon,

bullfrogs glub-grunk,

underscore spring peeper trill

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rasp of a Black Duck

rowing in the reeds

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friction

of fir and maple

grown to lean on one-another

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©  Jane Tims  2012

making friends with the ferns #2

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The onset of plants in spring is overwhelming.  This year, I seem to see ferns everywhere, probably because the fiddlehead of the Ostrich Fern is a delicacy in New Brunswick.  The Ostrich Fern (Matteuccia Struthiopteris (L.) Todaro) grows in riparian (shoreland) areas all along the St. John River and its tributaries.

This time of year, car and trucks park in small roads off the old Trans-Canada, and you can glimpse people picking fiddleheads in lowlying places along the river.  They concentrate on what they are doing, their backs bent, hardly looking up from their picking.  People have favorite fiddleheading spots and usually follow a code, leaving a percentage of the fiddleheads to grow and sustain the ferns for future years.

I only picked a few fiddelheads this year.  They were a little older than they are ordinarily picked, but they were delicious.  The best fiddleheads are picked when they are just above the surface.  After picking they are cleaned, a very easy undertaking, and boiled or steamed until very well cooked.

The cooking liquor is discarded – its dark amber-red color is due to high concentrations of shikimik acid.  Once cooked, the fiddleheads are a flavorful green, served with butter or margarine.  When my husband was young, his family ate a meal of fiddleheads, new potatoes and shad at fiddleheading time.

Warning:
1. never eat any plant if you are not absolutely certain of the identification;
2. never eat any plant if you have personal sensitivities, including allergies, to certain plants or their derivatives;
3. never eat any plant unless you have checked several sources to verify the edibility of the plant.

In town, people are selling fiddleheads from trucks and at small stands, and there will certainly be Fiddleheads at the Farmer’s Market today in Fredericton.  Usually, the sellers do a brisk business, keeping the fiddleheads fresh in portable coolers and in buckets.  I watched a vendor bagging the green fiddleheads, giving the clear plastic bag a deft twirl to seal it before he handed it to the buyer.

Have you ever eaten fiddleheads?

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waking from a dream

                        Ostrich Fern (Matteuccia Struthiopteris (L.) Todaro)

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bottom-land thicket

naked in spring

a rumpled bed

the throws of hibernation

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new growth cocooned

in dry leaves, bent skeletons

last summer’s fern

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sun surge

insult

between curtains

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green fiddlehead

uncoils

head down

hesitant fist thrust

between pillows and down

stretches fingers

filigreed shadow

new blocking of sun

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brown coverlet

kicked

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new green bedspread

new green canopy

green shade

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Published www.nichepoetryandprose.wordpress.com  Nov. 9, 2011

© Jane Tims 2011

Warning: 
1. never eat any plant if you are not absolutely certain of the identification;
2. never eat any plant if you have personal sensitivities, including allergies, to certain plants or their derivatives;
3. never eat any plant unless you have checked several sources to verify the edibility of the plant.
 
 

Written by jane tims

May 19, 2012 at 7:41 am

Purple Violet (Viola cucullata Ait.)

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The Purple Violet is the floral symbol of my life.  It is the official flower of the province where I live.  It is one of the many species in my lawn, and the theme for my guest room.  Every card my Mom and Dad ever sent to me has an image of violets.

Purple Violets are loved by many people.  In New Brunswick, they were adopted as the Provincial Flower in 1936, at the request of the provincial Women’s Institute.  The violet is also the State flower of Illinois, adopted in 1907 by schoolchildren in the State.

The Purple Violet ((Viola cucullata Ait.) is also known as the Hooded Blue Violet, the Marsh Blue Violet, the Long-stemmed Marsh Violet, and, in French, violette cucullée or violette dressée.  The Latin species name means ‘hooded’ from the inrolled young leaves.

The Purple Violet is a low-growing perennial preferring wetlands, or low wet areas in mixed or coniferous woods.

The leaves are simple, with a long stalk.  They are often heart-shaped, with rounded teeth.

The Purple Violet blooms in May.  The flower is held on a long peduncle (stalk) above a basal rosette of leaves. The flower is dark blue, purple or occasionally white, with five petals darkly veined towards the center.  The lower petal is short and spurred, and the two lateral petals are bearded.  Bearded petals have clusters of tiny thick hairs, rounded at the tip.

The leaves can be eaten raw or cooked, used as a thickener in soup, or to make a tea.  The flowers can be added to a salad or used for edible decoration.  My salad is made with Purple Violet leaves, Dandelion greens, chives from our garden and my own sprouts.  I added three flowers for their delicate taste and decoration.  Always be sure of your identification before you eat anything from the wild!

Although I do not advocate the wanton dismemberment of flowers, the violet holds a charming secret for children of all ages.  If you gently pull down the ‘upper’ two petals from the flower, you can see a little lady with a white head and orange gown, sitting against the backdrop of her purple throne.

Purple Violet holds a royal lady… in this flower, you can barely glimpse the lady against her throne. She is upside down. You can see her white head and the top of the skirt of her orange gown.

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Marshland Rule

                Viola cucullata Ait.

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within the perilous

limits of the rimless marsh,

disguised in woodland green,

spurred by deep viola speak

and crowds of envious hearts,

the hooded ranger guards

the tiny queen, long stemmed

tenderness, slenderness hid

by the folds of her orange gown,

seated against her purple throne,

flanked by wise men

bearded,

eager to advise

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Warning:
1. never eat any plant if you are not absolutely certain of the identification;
2. never eat any plant if you have personal sensitivities, including allergies, to certain plants or their derivatives;
3. never eat any plant unless you have checked several sources to verify the edibility of the plant.
 
©  Jane Tims   2012

Serviceberry (Amelanchier sp.)

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In the corner of our property is a usually-inconspicuous bush struggling to become a tree.  This time of year it comes out of anonymity in full bloom.  Today it is covered in white flowers – in a week it will be a scattering of confetti on the ground.

This bush is one of the Amelanchier species, probably Amelanchier sanguinea var. alnifolia (Nutt.) P. Landry.  Amelanchier is perplexing to identify to species because of hybridization and other complex genetics.    It has many common names, including Serviceberry, Wild Pear, Juneberry, Shadbush, Wild Plum, Sugar Pear, Saskatoon, and Chuckley Pear.  In French it is called poiriers or petites poires.  It is called Shadbush because it blooms at the same time the shad are running.  The American Shad is an anadromous fish caught as it makes its way up the rivers for spawning.

Amelanchier is often found on disturbed sites, along roadways and fields.  It also likes the edges of thickets and wet areas.  This time of year, it beautifies the landscape with frail white bloom.

The fruit of Amelanchier is a berry-like pome, dark purple in color.  Each berry contains 10 seeds and the sepal is persistent on the blossom end of the berry.  The berries are edible and sweet, and can be eaten raw or used to make jam.

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the shad are running

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after the hard rain

and the wind between cold front and warm

the river runs brown

and for dinner we have fiddleheads

new potatoes and shad,

and last-July’s Serviceberry jam

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Serviceberry bushes are torn fish nets

holes poked through with fingers

petals scattered on mossy stones

along the river shore

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Warning:
1. never eat any plant if you are not absolutely certain of the identification;
2. never eat any plant if you have personal sensitivities, including allergies, to certain plants or their derivatives;
3. never eat any plant unless you have checked several sources to verify the edibility of the plant.
 
©  Jane Tims   2012

places off-planet #5 – Comet Hale-Bopp 1996

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Comet Hale-Bopp could be seen from Earth in late 1996 and early 1997.  Its strange name is from the independent co-discoverers, Alan Hale and Thomas Bopp.  Hale-Bopp was a large comet, with a nucleus of about 60 miles in diameter.  It had two visible tails, one of gas and one of dust, and had a third tail of sodium.  It has been called the most-observed comet in history.  Hale-Bopp won’t be back until 4385!

I have no specific memory of Hale-Bopp itself, although I do remember a common saying in our household in 1997 was to greet almost every out-of-place object with “Hail!  Bopp!”.  The poem I wrote after seeing the comet is all I have to know how it appeared to me.

Do you remember seeing Hale-Bopp?

photo from Wikimedia Commons, taken by Philipp Salzgeber

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Hale-Bopp

also a comet

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Hail! bright star

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a flare in the western sky

a diamond

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a sparkler

embedded in smoke

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©  Jane Tims  1997

Written by jane tims

May 14, 2012 at 8:09 am

juvenile Bald Eagle

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Last evening, we drove along the St. John River looking for fiddleheads and were delighted to see a juvenile Bald Eagle (Haliaeetus leucocephalus).

He was sitting on the dead branch of a Silver Maple, just above the highway.  He stayed quite still as I took a few photos.  He was huge compared to the hawks and osprey we usually see in the trees along the raodway.  His plumage was tawny and brown, and his talons were a beautiful orange.  Occasionally, he would twist his head and his eye would gleam, reflecting the light of the setting sun.

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young eagle

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his golden eye

glints as he twists his head

reinterprets the sinking sun

as soul

scrutinizes the river lands

for peril or prey

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©  Jane Tims  2012

Written by jane tims

May 12, 2012 at 7:32 am

places off-planet #4 – Comet Hyakutake 1996

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Comet Hyakutake had a nucleus of about 2 km in diameter and a tail-length of 570 million km.  The Ulysses spacecraft is known to have flown through Haykutake’s tail.  One of the comet’s notable characteristics was its blue-green color.  It was bright to the naked eye for only a few days.

I remember Hyakutake as a ‘knock-you-off-your-feet’ surprise.  I knew it could be seen, but I hadn’t made any effort to look for it.  One night as I arrived home, I saw it shining through the trees at the end of the driveway, and climbed the snowbank at the end of the drive to investigate.  I saw the comet and literally stumbled backward in amazement!

Did you see Comet Hyakutake in 1996?

 

photo is from Wikimedia Commons

taken by E. Kolmhofer and H. Raab of the Johannes-Kepler-Observatory

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Hyakutake

a comet

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she runs in the solar wind

pale night woman

her face to the sun

hair and petals     streaming

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ephemeral, strewn in whispers

soft fistfuls of light

tresses tangled

in the fingers of the forest

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©  Jane Tims  1997

Written by jane tims

May 11, 2012 at 9:04 am