Monthly Archives: May 2012

MAY FLOWERS

The grass is turning slowly with temperatures in the mid-80s, the ground still moist in most places from the last rains. It’s been a month since I’ve been to the Top and Sulphur, so I took salt, mineral and my camera up into Greasy, most all day. Cattle and feed look great, a few strays. We’ll be gathering to wean in the coming weeks, we’ll get them then.

I decided today that this is the most diverse wildflower year since I been trying to learn their names. But you’d never know it looking from the road because the green feed has been so tall these last few weeks, it’s outgrown the flowers. Two new ones today, plus some more Kaweah Brodiaea that has just begun to bloom. Though the Monkeyflower looks a little like the ‘Kaweah’, another ‘Rare and Endangered’ wildflower on CNPS’ list, it probably is the more common Manyflowered Monkeyflower.

Kaweah Brodiaea – May 3, 2012

Kaweah Brodiaea – May 3, 2012

Pearly Everlasting – May 3, 2012

Elegant Clarkia – May 3, 2012

Pink Spineflower (Chorizanthe membranacea) – May 3, 2012

Windmill Pink – May 3, 2012

Pretty Face, Golden Brodiaea – May 3, 2012

Ithuriel’s Spear, Grass Nut – May 3, 2012

Common Brodiaea, Wild Hyacinth, Blue Dicks – May 3, 2012

Manyflowered or Kaweah Monkeyflower? – May 3, 2012

Silver Bird's-foot Trefoil - May 3, 2012

Silver Bird’s-foot Trefoil – May 3, 2012

American Booklime (Veronica americana) – May 3, 2012

MAY EVENING

Limp head and tail draped on the top rail,
a raven skins a young ground squirrel
that looks like a snake from a distance

I try to improve by posing nonchalantly
as an unfocused old man with a camera
puttering without direction. On the cusp

of summer, of green bleached brown,
and busy exposing bare ground, the local
crows and ravens keep track of me.

He drops low to coast hidden behind
the trailer, then just over my head,
black chisel beak dripping with entrails

towards where a nest ought to be—
just to show me he’s watching, and like
a mouse on the doorstep, earning his keep.

FIRE BREAK

Every once in a while I get my wish
of sixty years to drive tractor, little boots
breaking clods behind a disk–the loud,

unmuffled power lurching in the hands
of one man turning the ground up
with bugs and worms, clouds of backbirds

drawn like seagulls trailing fishing boats
on the ocean. The diesel purrs metallically,
the local crows and ravens glide low

over tractor and disk breaking into the earth.
Even the old red horse recognizes me
perched on this new contraption, sweet

smell of damp dirt and wants to play
along the fence, paw and roll–just
something attractive about a tractor.

April Bouquet

Tomcat Clover - April 30, 2012

White Mariposa - April 30, 2012