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Kaweah Brodiaea Bloom

I’m attempting to document my unsubstantiated thesis that the bloom period for the Kaweah Brodiaea is extremely short, making it pretty tough to find and identify. Additionally, I’ve found it blooming in the canopy of other grasses. I could only find the wildflower in one place this morning, the number in bloom substantially decreased, none at all in the other three locations I’ve been visiting. Temperatures have been in the mid-90s. I suspect in a day or two, their bloom will be over. Meanwhile the Harvest Brodiaea is popping up everywhere.

Kaweah Brodiaea – May 11, 2012

Kaweah Brodiaea – May 11, 2012

See ‘ODDS & ENDS’ for more current photos.

WITH THE BIRDS

                                                  Everything that slows us down and forces
                                                  patience, everything that sets us back
                                                  into the slow cycle of nature, is a help.
                                                  Gardening is an instrument of grace.

May Sarton – courtesy of Wikipedia

We could set our watches by poor dirt farmers
rising with the birds in the fields. The Orioles show
within Redbud leaves, sing gleefully to the Burr Oak,
then visit the Palo Verde for a new limb to hang

a nest above the ripening strawberries, appraising
the near apricot, early and late peach, apples and pears,
especially the cherries—the price of a summer song,
the colorful return of old adversaries, first hot day.

We become part of a slow dance of certain cogs
and wheels that coast or disappear, slip and spin
to reengage into a familiar forward gear, swept-up
by seasons, sun and all our near neighbors busy

raising families, making good livings around us.
Shiny black feathers a glint in the sun, his beak
agape, he pants with wings unfurled to an upcanyon
draft and waits until she arrives at the water trough

for an evening drink together, all-day gathering
eggs, dodging posses of flycatchers through oak trees.
We do the same, tip our glass in the gloaming glad
another day is done, making plans for another.

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Bob Blesse of Black Rock Press left this soothing epigram from May Sarton on Facebook a few days ago.

THE GOOD AND BAD

We draw lines, sort
the good and bad
like fruit that won’t last
forever. It’s how we are
with new things
that don’t quite fit
what we remember
of the old ways
marked by seasons,
never one the same.

All the dust and dirt
in ’77, the leppy wanderings
when it could not rain,
hillsides solid gold
in the warm wet spring
of ’78—we survived them.

But hard to say, today
what resilient beauty waits—
how the bad fruit rots
and its seed takes hold
to make a generous tree.

PERMIT TO SING

Upon a rock,
or in the bare middle
of the trail or asphalt,
I make one more claim
on everything I see.
I need no deed

when you’re asleep
or awake, I own
your dreams, always
skulking at the edge
of the picture frame
in your living room—

or just outside
marking your doorstep
as part of the circle
I keep clean. I go where I want
and damn-sure don’t need
a permit to sing.

Kaweah Brodiaea

In the early 1980s, I got a call from Larry Norris who was conducting a Biological Assessment of the area below Terminus Dam on the Kaweah River for the US Army Corps of Engineers, in the early stages of exploring alternatives to increase storage of Kaweah River runoff. Over the phone, Larry was trying to obtain permission to access a flat area of about 300 acres in Section 26 that, according to the maps he was given, belonged to the USACE where he had found a large population of Kaweah Brodiaea, a species that had been presumed extinct since the 1920s. We agreed to meet and go to the site together.

In the late 1950s, my father and grandfather were embroiled in a condemnation action with the Feds over the initial construction of Terminus Dam in which they prevailed, requiring the USACE to revest some of the condemned property back to the family. Larry Norris had been given one of the old maps for his survey. As was typical of Corps projects in those days, the take was more than needed for the clay core of the dam.

Since Norris’ discovery, the Kaweah Brodiaea has been found elsewhere in the Kaweah River watershed, especially in the Three Rivers area, where it halted or slowed both private and public development and construction, even home remodeling. Though most people could not identify the wildflower, or distinguish it from the plentiful Harvest Brodiaea, Brodiaea Elegans, it was an unpopular species in the Kaweah River watershed nonetheless.

It was early summer when Larry and I went to the site and the Brodiaea had already gone to seed, which he identified for me, scratching through the dead debris of fillaree and foxtails, the details of an exercise I can no longer remember. But to have a large population of a rare and endangered plant listed by the California Native Plant Society and the State of California on the ranch, I thought it important to be able to identify it, but it wasn’t until the first of May in 2011 that I actually found and photographed it, aided by the memory of where Larry Norris had found its seeds. Though the Jepson manual cites livestock grazing as a threat to the Kaweah Brodiaea, its seeds survived the Drought of 1977 when Section 26 was grazed down to the dirt.

Part of the difficulty of finding the Kaweah Brodiaea is that it blooms prior to the Elegans or common Harvest Brodiaea and that its blooming period is much shorter, depending on temperatures in the first week in May. In 2011, the bloom period for the Insignis was ten days, where as the Elegans can last over a month, quite showy over dry grasses. Secondly, its on a much shorter stem and oftentimes difficult to find or see among all the other grasses.

I have included photographs below to help distinguish the Insignis from the Elegans. Noticeable differences are the flat petals and convex stamen of the Insignis. Also note the differences in the two species as the petals break into full bloom.

Kaweah Brodiaea – May 4, 2012

Kaweah Brodiaea – May 4, 2011

Kaweah Brodiaea – May 4, 2012

Harvest Brodiaea – May 4, 2012

May Cattle – Top

May 3, 2012

Some older cows and their calves on the Top.

May 3, 2012

One of three stray replacement heifers that have come back to the Top where they were raised.

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