tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831075779288351551.post4626911642022862643..comments2023-10-24T09:11:10.751+01:00Comments on ...the sight of morning...: Michaelmas Daisyalice chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16969805206040091585noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831075779288351551.post-76317654060253371072009-10-11T17:29:20.700+01:002009-10-11T17:29:20.700+01:00I hope you find some time to rest soon.I hope you find some time to rest soon.RWhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11391821500572006905noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831075779288351551.post-85348276490726745412009-10-11T12:33:52.382+01:002009-10-11T12:33:52.382+01:00Alice, this post is a special treat!
I have ofte...Alice, this post is a special treat! <br />I have often seen references to "Michaelmas daisies" in British literature, but never realized they are the very wildflower that always signals, for me, the turning of the seasons here in New England.<br />There are various wild asters that bloom through Spring and Summer, but when the deep purple aster novae-angliae appears along the paths, I know we have turned irrevocably toward winter.<br />The Latin named stayed with me from my college botany class, because I always wondered if the plant reminded early European settlers of a plant from "back home." Thank you for bringing together these thoughts and images with your post today! I do enjoy the magic of connections made, despite great distances of space and time.Quinnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17292701509476856967noreply@blogger.com