Today, I retraced June's Spring wildflower walk in my parents' woodland to see what had become of yesterday's delicate beauties.
The yellow clintonia blossoms have been replaced by round blue berries. Clintonia is also known as blue bead. The ones in these woods must be tasty--legend has it that hunters in northern Quebec rubbed the juice of the bunch berry on their bear traps because the bears were attracted to the scent.
The bunchberries which carpet the forest floor in some areas had let their pretty little faces turn to red berries that are tasteless to us, but are welcome food for spruce grouse.
The trillium (I remember its name by thinking--thrillium because it's such a thrill to see) now sports a bright red seed pod.
The seasons march on so quickly--well winter doesn't march that quickly here, but the season of growth does. In Northern New England, we are all busy harnessing summer's energy before the long cold season.