Catalpa Tree of the Prairie

Like clusters of tiny pale orchids the catalpa trees bloom gloriously every May. These trees can be spotted from a distance like tall ladies in pale green ball gowns embellished with white pearls.
Covered with blooms, a row of these trees along a street is like a lineup 
of models in a bridal fashion show.
      Except each dress is alike! 
 
 
The blossoms are lacy and soft, shaped like orchids, each with a patches of dark rust red dots in lines, and spangled with a curl of golden pollen. The flowers pop a few at a time from their round red buds. After a spring shower or a windy day the blooms cover the ground under the trees like a knobby white rag rug.
 
Later, the tree’s exceptional leaves, the size of offering plates, provide full and welcome shade from Oklahoma summer’s heat. All summer, green bean pods grow and fill out with seeds until they are one and a half to two feet long. A colorful caterpillar feasts on the trees fuzzy broad leaves. 
These are great for fishing I have heard.

Catalpa Tree of the Prairie

Like clusters of tiny pale orchids the catalpa trees bloom gloriously every May. These trees can be spotted from a distance like tall ladies in pale green ball gowns embellished with white pearls.
Covered with blooms, a row of these trees along a street is like a lineup 
of models in a bridal fashion show.
      Except each dress is alike! 
 
 
The blossoms are lacy and soft, shaped like orchids, each with a patches of dark rust red dots in lines, and spangled with a curl of golden pollen. The flowers pop a few at a time from their round red buds. After a spring shower or a windy day the blooms cover the ground under the trees like a knobby white rag rug.
 
Later, the tree’s exceptional leaves, the size of offering plates, provide full and welcome shade from Oklahoma summer’s heat. All summer, green bean pods grow and fill out with seeds until they are one and a half to two feet long. A colorful caterpillar feasts on the trees fuzzy broad leaves. 
These are great for fishing I have heard.

Wanderings and Old Homesteads

O, how I love to find a old homesite! I love to imagine who might have settled there. Where did they come from? What was the land like when they first saw it? How did they change it? How did they live here? Why did they leave?

I love to search out a place on the prairie in the spring when daffodils bloom and wave their yellow ruffles at me to show where an old house once stood.

Old fences still enclose a small dooryard and every spring flowers planted by some pioneer woman push to the sunlight and the blue sky. 
Fallen trees like this one become spots lush with moss and tangles of flowers.
 
Here purple bearded iris and yucca plants spread among the briers where a house once stood, where children played marbles in shady spots and watched for horses, wagons or farm trucks passing by.
Paperwhites  and narcissus come up from bulbs and tubers that have spread underground.

An old gate once swung from a frame here and a tree grew up through it. Mystery hidden in plain sight. I passed this gate many times before I noticed it. In the summer greenery hides it and an old cellar and cistern  sleep behind it in the undergrowth beside Cane Creek.

It causes me to wonder who lived there. Who planted Morning Glory vines on this fence?

Wanderings and Old Homesteads

O, how I love to find a old homesite! I love to imagine who might have settled there. Where did they come from? What was the land like when they first saw it? How did they change it? How did they live here? Why did they leave?

I love to search out a place on the prairie in the spring when daffodils bloom and wave their yellow ruffles at me to show where an old house once stood.

Old fences still enclose a small dooryard and every spring flowers planted by some pioneer woman push to the sunlight and the blue sky. 
Fallen trees like this one become spots lush with moss and tangles of flowers.

 

Here purple bearded iris and yucca plants spread among the briers where a house once stood, where children played marbles in shady spots and watched for horses, wagons or farm trucks passing by.
Paperwhites  and narcissus come up from bulbs and tubers that have spread underground.

An old gate once swung from a frame here and a tree grew up through it. Mystery hidden in plain sight. I passed this gate many times before I noticed it. In the summer greenery hides it and an old cellar and cistern  sleep behind it in the undergrowth beside Cane Creek.

It causes me to wonder who lived there. Who planted Morning Glory vines on this fence?