Skunk Cabbage Up, Barn Down


Now that we’ve had a few days above freezing and no new snow storms for about ten days, the ground can finally be seen again afters many months under a foot of snow.  Just a week, or so, ago the scene above was a snowy one .. it’s now finally starting to feel like spring.


The ravines are running with snow melt, and entering the floodplains:


Vernal ponds fill with water, creating temporary breeding grounds for a variety of wildlife, both seen and unseen.  The cycle of life goes on.  This process has been going on for many thousands of years – since the end of the last ice age 12,000 years ago, forming what we see today – an oak woods, wetlands, and a peaceful creek:


The creek is running high at this time of year and things are slowly starting to green up.  In the recent past, beaver have made their homes here.  Some of their handy work (damage) can still be seen on some of the trees near the creek:


Beaver damage showing on an old White Oak

Reaching  the creek, the snow is still holding fast, but losing ground as the temperature rises into the low 50’s today.


  As the snow melts, the plants start coming out of their winter dormancy:


Finally, I’m rewarded with one of nature’s first signs of spring – the flowers of the Skunk Cabbage:


Skunk Cabbage (Symplocarpus foetidus) is part of the opening ceremony of the eternal spring cycle events.  These hooded flowers waited underground all winter, forming as their leaves faded the previous fall, as Henry David Thoreau wrote in his diary: “They see over the brow of Winter’s hill.  They see another summer ahead.”

This small colony of Skunk Cabbage has been making its appearance here for many thousands of years every spring – these jewels of nature can not be found in store windows or at garden shows, they are more precious than that.


The Skunk Cabbage gets its name from the acrid smell of its large, cabbage-like, leaves when bruised.   To me, they smell less like skunk, and more like burnt rubber.  The flower itself, which has the coloration of raw flesh,  is said to give off the odor of rotting meat – all the better to attract pollinators, which include flies, beetles, as well as bees. 

The  hooded flowers indicate that the plant is in the arum family, like Jack-in-the-Pulpit (Arisaema triphyllum) and Green Dragon (A. dracontium) its woodland neighbors, rather than the cabbage family, as its name might indicate.  The leaves taste as bad as they smell and cause a burning sensation on the tongue and throat (oxalic crystals?) when eaten, as Euell Gibbons explains in his book “Stalking the Healthful Herbs.”  He was, however, able to make a flour out of the coarse roots, from which he made pancakes that were “something special,” tasting “a bit like cocoa but different.”


The flowers have been found to produce their own heat, a process known as thermogenesis, by biologist  Roger Seymour (Scientific American, March 1997.)  He found the temperatures inside the hood of the flower structure to be as much as 30° F warmer than the surrounding air, even at night.  This would help to explain the rings of melted snow sometimes found around the emerging plants:


While many of the upland parts of the woods were snow-free, the low mucky seeps where the Skunk Cabbage grows was still snow covered.  The useful advantage of this plant to produce its own heat is thus made clear.



A few other plants, including the Hepatica shown below, were also showing green leaves, these leaves, however, were survivors from last season.  Their semi-evergreen leaves help collect energy for these early bloomers, which should be in flower in about three weeks, after flowering, it will send up its new leaves for the season.  The dainty little flowers are in shades of pink, blue, and white – each flower lasting only a day.


Last year’s Hepatica leaves catching the early spring rays of the sun

The Blue Woodland Phlox (Phlox divaricata), also a semi-evergreen, will show off its sky blue flowers in a month, or so – when the daffodils are in bloom, but right now, its snow flattened leaves will help the plant make a quick spring recovery before the oaks leaf out and take away the sun.


The leaves of Blue Wood Phlox

Lichens and moss, love the wet, cool spring weather.


A happy lichen showing off its amazing coloration




The Woodland Onion (Allium canadense) was already popping up in the sandy floodplain:


While other plants, including the tree shown below, were at the end of their life cycle, no longer greeting the spring with new leaves, but rather through their decay, creating habitat for other organisms, including moss, fungi, and salamanders.




This old Bur Oak  (Quercus macrocarpa) was still standing tall however, a full five feet across at its base – a true survivor, greeting many springs before the nearby farmstead came to be established, and since then, somehow escaping the blows of a axe.


Other oaks, both White Oaks and Red Oaks kept it company nearby:



While acorns from one of the Red Oaks were hopeful of their place in the woodland landscape:


Red Oak acorns beginning to sprout, the start of a mighty oak begins here

I followed the deer path out of the woods and into the farm field.


When in doubt, follow the deer path

Passing the home of a Hobbit on the way:


When I emerged from the woods, I was disoriented, where was the farmstead?  Admittedly, there wasn’t much left to begin with, the farm house was long gone, and the barn was burnt down by the forest preserve ten years ago, but where were the grain silos?  Every last bit of the farmstead was scraped away this past winter.  My heart sunk a bit at the sight of it.


No more barn, no more silos.

Twenty five years ago this private farmland, established by the Rincker family in the 19th century, was purchased by the Will County Forest Preserve.  I took the photo of the old barn shortly afterwards.


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It always makes me a bit sad to see old farm buildings rot away, a Morton Pole Barn is no replacement for an old wooden barn made of White Pine beams and rubblestone foundations.  At least I was able to explore this barn, and admire its construction, and imagine the proud farmer that built it when it still stood.  Climbing its rafters, I came across some old graffiti carved into one of the beams “O. Fricke ’90” – someone, a child? a laborer? had carved their name there back in 1890 – it was a bit surreal to sit there one hundred years later in the same place and think about the carver.  One year, owls nested in the barn, and I was able to see the fluffy football sized nestlings high up in their box – was it an old owl nesting box put there in the gable by the farmer many years ago?  I don’t know.

All that is left of the old barn now is a few bricks that made up part of the foundation, a few photos I took of it about 25 years ago, and my fond memories of it while I played “farm kid.”


Bricks once firmly laid to support the sill of the barn

The farmer was a frugal one, as most were, Yankees have nothing on Midwesterners when is comes to frugality, on one of the window sills was a rat-tail file with its tang stuck into a corncob handle – brilliant!  It had been sitting there a very long time, as I touched it, the corn cob disintegrated in my hand.   One of the animal stall doors had hinges that were quite ornate and made of brass, on closer inspection, I could see that they had come off of an old ice box – awesome!   The only remaining indication that this was once the home of farm animals is the old water trough in the pasture – a repurposed mid-century cast iron bathtub.   Farmers knew a thing or two about sustainability – but they just considered it common sense, I’m sure.  It was a great barn at one time, but neglected long before the county bought the property – a shame.


Spring bath anyone?

The concrete cover over the old brick-lined cistern was scraped away, by the contractors that cleared the site, and the hole partly filled in.  When the cistern was still intact, it would take about three seconds for a pebble dropped through a hole in the concrete cover to hit water – it always hit water, it was deep.


The old cistern exposed

I would love to know where the bricks were made that line the cistern.  There were brick foundries in the area at one time.  Were they made locally?  I imagine that they were.


Even when I was a kid, the old farmhouse was long gone, and in its place was a mobile home.  Apparently, the mobile home used the same well that the farmhouse did, as evidenced by the photo below, showing the inside corner of the farmhouse’s limestone foundation and the water holding tank from the well – at one time, this area was protected by a sheet of plywood.


All in all, a rather interesting spring walk to be sure.  In nature, as in life, things come, things go, spring has come and the old Bur Oak still stands.

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Amaryllis Update and a Spring Garden Appraisal


Eight Weeks on

Having brought the potted amaryllis out of their basement dormancy in January, which you can read about here, and hoping for some blooms eight weeks later, I have to say, no such luck, but there are some buds at least:


The little pointed things (seen above), that look a lot like an emerging leaf, are actually the flower buds starting to push up.  The one to the rear of the picture is on the bulb that was showing no growth after four weeks, mentioned here, now it’s the one with the biggest bud.


Over all, the plants are about 14 to 16 inches tall, but so far, only two flower buds.


Spring has Sprung, in a Wintery Kind of Way

I woke to a light snowfall on this first day of spring, but it didn’t last long, and the sun made its appearance with temperatures in the 40’s helping to melt the last of piles of snow.  I could finally see the ground, so I went on walk to see what was happening on this fine spring day.  Most of the plants are still in their winter dormancy, but a few things were starting to green up, including the daffodils in the perennial garden.  Of course, the seed flats, planted to prairie and woodland seeds last fall, are not even thinking of showing any green – that may take another month or so.


The Switchgrass in the native plant garden is still upright, even after being smashed down by many snowfalls this winter, in fact the grasses shown below, were on the ground just last week, flattened by a wet, late winter snow.


The Prairie Dropseed grass didn’t fair as well, it never does.  After the first heavy snowfall, this grass gets flattened and never bounces back, like the Switchgrass.


Flattened Prairie Dropseed grass after a long snowy winter

The little meadow will get a mowing in a few days time.  I would burn it, but the small trees, mostly Red Oaks and White Pine, would not fair too well in a burn.


A young Red Oak in the foreground protected from deer browsing with wire fencing

The Prickly Pear Cactus is also a bit sad looking at this time of year, but it will bounce back as the weather turns warm.  The cactus is native to dry Midwestern prairies and does quite well in average garden soil – it is a spreader though, so plant it where that won’t be a problem, dividing a cactus is no fun.  The can easily be propagated from one cactus pad stuck in the ground and left alone.


The Common Milkweed is still very showy at this time of year, its silver and bronze pods are catching the late afternoons rays.  The milkweeds, of course, are necessary for Monarch butterflies to reproduce.  Adults lay their eggs on the underside of the leaves of only milkweed plants, and the emerging larvae feast on the leaves, which makes them taste nasty to birds.  No milkweeds, no monarchs. And monarch populations have dropped by 95% in the last ten years according to those who track that sort of thing.


Every year, it seems, I lose about 20% of my old apple tree.  Last spring, I grafted a cutting (scion wood) from the mother tree onto a young volunteer apple seedling near the parent.  All went well, and the graft took fine, but I did not think to put fencing around the young tree, and one evening a deer came by and pulled off the grafted scion.  I’ll try again this year.


The Switchgrass in the meadow, really stands out from the other plants, both in color, and in being one of the few plants still standing upright at this time of year.


The Switchgrass stands elegant and tall after a snowy winter

The fine texture of Switchgrass also contrasts nicely with the other plants surrounding it.


In the vegetable garden, the fall planting of garlic, is just beginning to show some growth:


The cloves planted in the fall of 2012 will be ready for harvest this July.  It takes two growing seasons for the cloves to form nice sized bulbs of garlic, when the leaves go yellow and fall over, during the second summer of growth, it’s time to harvest and dry the garlic.  If left in the ground, they will resprout and won’t store well.  The regrowth from last year, survived the winter, with a bit of damage to the leaf tips.


Growth from last year, survived the winter, and will start growing again soon.

Shallots, like the garlic are planted in the fall, September and October in zone 5, then covered lightly with some straw after the ground is frozen.   The straw helps keep the ground frozen – not so much of a problem for this past winter of deep freeze temps.  In a more normal winter, the bulbs could get pushed out of the ground if it thaws and refreezes repeatedly through the winter.


Shallots, planted last fall, showing some spring growth.

Geranium ‘Biokovo’, is semi-evergreen, and looks like it already wants to start regrowing.  While, not a native geranium, this low growing plant makes a good massing groundcover for partly sunny areas in the landscape.  It has good, light pink flowers in June, and some red fall color.


The ‘Biokovo’ Geranium, stays about 8 inches tall and keeps some green all year.

Some of the young oaks keep their leaves all winter, they’ll pop off as the new leaves emerge, if not before.  This feature, makes the winter landscape a bit more dynamic than it otherwise would, and it works well to keep unwanted views screened even in dormancy.  Hophornbeams (Ostrya virginiana) and Blue Beech (Carpinus caroliniana) will do this as well, making them a good hedge plants or screen plantings.


‘Pink Planet’ Allium may not be at its best at this time of year, but it still has “presence” in the late winter garden

Also in the perennial garden, along with the oaks, the ‘Pink Planet’ Allium and the Sedum ‘Autumn Joy’ still have character, especially the sedum – they would both look well with a planting of Switchgrass behind them from Summer right through winter.  Next week, everything gets cut back or mowed down.  Bring on the Spring and the warm weather that it brings!


Sedum ‘Autumn Joy’ looks interesting most of the year – especially in winter


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Hunting the Wild Skunk Cabbage


Woods 1976sEven as a young boy, that’s me in the photo above in 1976, I enjoyed walking to the nearby forest preserve in Lansing, Illinois.  I’d always go with my older brother and/or my dad, sometimes we’d bring a can of pork-n-beans and a few hotdogs to cook over an open fire.  Three years later, in 1979, my family moved to Crete, Illinois, to a home surrounded by oak woods and near a small creek.  By then, I was old enough to go into the woods on my own, and explore.  And explore I did!  Last week, while visiting my mother, I decided to take a walk and see what the Skunk Cabbage was looking like – it’s one of the first signs of spring’s arrival, or rather, the close of winter, as it is often seen flowering in February in wet woodland seeps.  So I put on my boots and set out for a winter’s hike.


Looking back, towards the old homestead

The snow was deeper than I was expecting – at least a foot deep, and deeper in some places, but the sun was out and the temps were in the low 30’s.  Maybe I need to invest in some snowshoes.7340 The woods were so pretty with all of the pure white snow covering the ground – not a hint of green on this early March day. 7332 In less than a month, this sandy flood plain (the creek is just off to the left in the picture above) will be covered with spring ephemerals – woodland wildflowers that come up, flower, set seeds, then go dormant by early summer, not to be seen until next spring.  On this day’s hike, however, it was all about the snow. 7335 The creek is not that far from the house, maybe 500 feet or so, standing in the floodplain, the house can just be seen in the distance, with its snowy roof.

7336b The creek was still covered with ice.  As kids, we would go down in winter and ice skate in a wide part dug out by the land owner.  Today, there was too much snow covering the ice for that – and I was not brave enough, as an adult, to test the integrity of the ice anyhow.  Kids are fearless. 7330 In summer, I’ll sometimes see wood ducks paddling along the creek – they often see me first, however, and fly off, or if I see them first, I’ll stay still – they notice me there anyhow, standing along the shore, keeping a weary eye on me,  but still going about their business.  On one winter hike, I observed a family of beaver – I watched them work for some time, lying flat on my belly, high on an overlook (shown, two pictures above).  Soon enough though, a beaver swam parallel to where I was, looked up and slapped his tail on the water, warning the others of my presence – they all took off for cover.  No signs of beaver this year – except remnants of chewed trees from years past.7342 7347 7350 I kept walking to where I used to ice skate long ago – the wide spot is now silted in and overgrown with invasive reeds – Phragmites, which can be seen in the upper right of the photo above.  In the lower left of the photo can be seen a hole – one of the few signs of life that I saw on my hike – very few fresh animal tracks to be had that day. 7351 The hole was actually pretty deep – as the snow was deep, about 18 inches, or so.  Did the animal that dug this hole sense, or hope for, a meal for all of its effort? 7356 Alas, as I made it down to the area, shown above, that normally would be covered with the hooded flowers of the Skunk Cabbage plant, there was nothing to be seen but a thick cover of snow.  I left the snow cover (and the flowers that it hid) undisturbed.  But I WILL be back, when the snow is gone, I’ll be back, searching for the first signs of spring. 7357

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