A Righteous Pile of Mulch

This week Brenna Wright, the farm manager of Abbey Fields urban farm in Parkridge, facilitated the drop-off of a dump truck load of mulch at the Butterfly Meadow. Mulch is useful to amend the clay soil in part of the meadow, lock in moisture around a few special trees planted last year, and smother weeds in the beds outside the fence. I am truly grateful for such an enormous gift! Now to the business of spreading it around...

Hope in the Meadow

Today the Parkridge Butterfly Meadow got some much-needed help from a neighborhood service group.

Members of the church New Hope Family of God, in partnership with Hope Central, a Christian community center located on Woodbine Avenue, created an outreach program to perform community service and neighborhood improvement projects in Parkridge. The team of five worked in the Meadow for two hours clearing invasive weeds, mowing paths, and prepping flowerbeds for planting.

New Hope Family of God meets every Sunday 3pm-5pm at the old Tribe One Building on Magnolia Avenue.

Rikki's Butterfly Weed

When Rikki Hall died of brain cancer in March, packets of butterfly weed seeds were given away at his memorial service. Butterfly weed is native to eastern North America, and an important source of nectar for pollinators, especially the Monarch butterfly.

Rikki Hall, who studied ecology and evolutionary biology at the University of Tennessee, wrote the political column "Sideways Glance" for the Metro Pulse, often exploring environmental issues. Before that, he wrote the Metro Pulse nature column "That's Wild," and was one of the editors of the environmental newspaper The Hellbender Press.  His columns were inspiring--full of passion and poetry. You can read some excepts here.

On March 16th, he published his last blog post: 

A couple weeks ago I pruned the saucer magnolia in the front yard. The pruned branches now bear defiant flowers. Life is powerful and spirited.

Though doomed, these branches retain water and even draw some in when humid air sits over these hills. Death can be sudden, but only after taking its time. We all get a fair allotment of life to use wisely. I can not keep the spirit down when I see a cut branch make a few final blossoms, laughing a pink punchline. What a wonderful world.

A neighbor who attended the memorial service gave me some of Rikki's butterfly weed seeds. I propagated them on my front porch, then transplanted them to the flower beds surrounding the Butterfly Meadow. They are blooming now.

The Meadow in June

Fall Blooms

The meadow is more glorious than I might expect on a fall day. The ornamental blooms in my own garden beds around the house are fading, but the succession of wildflower blossoms in the meadow keeps going. Soft clouds of some tiny white aster are busy with sweat bees, mason bees, and skippers. Small pollinators require small flowers. Tall pink cosmos are food for bumblebees and butterflies. The golden rod are spears of sunshine.

The one Mexican sunflower by the gate is my most dramatic survivor. It's like a small tree covered in orange blossoms attracting large bumblebees, butterflies, hummingbirds, and gold finches. The flowers also make nice doggy necklaces. 

In the evening, the meadow is in shadow--all except the bamboo grove. By day a dark secretive corner, in the evening the grove is back-lit by golden light. Beyond the stalks, a swarm of midges rise and fall. The hackberry trees are weeping this time of year, covering the ground with sticky black sap. The light sparkles on droplets falling like rain underneath the branches. Come sit in one of the old rocking chairs under the crepe myrtle arbor and watch the world be!

Spiders

A family tragedy took my mind away from the butterfly meadow. For many days I did not visit at all. When I came back one early morning, coffee cup in hand, the meadow was doing just fine. Everything sparkled with dew in the morning light, and the tall grass was full of spiders.

This summer I read Charlotte's Web to my children. That book does not pull any punches. By the end, when Charlotte the spider dies all alone in the deserted fairgrounds, we were all crying.

These are the last lines of the book:

“Wilbur never forgot Charlotte. Although he loved her children and grandchildren dearly, none of the new spiders ever quite took her place in his heart. She was in a class by herself. It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and a good writer. Charlotte was both.”

Here is a black and gold writing spider that I photographed in the meadow:

Birdwatching

On sunny mornings before nine o'clock, the meadow is glorious for birdwatching. I like to take my coffee and lean against the gate on Fifth Avenue and look out over the meadow.

This morning one of the American holly trees, the one with the thinning leaves, was full of birds--blue jays, mocking birds, robins, cardinals, perched on the boughs like Christmas tree ornaments. These common urban birds are especially entertaining now, because they all have families: the parents still feeding their almost-grown fledglings, the young birds flapping around acting the fool. One morning we watched a mocking bird, a robin, and a hairy woodpecker, all sitting in the mulberry tree at the same time stuffing food into their babies' open mouths.

We've also spotted rarer birds in the meadow. I grabbed some internet images of the different species of birds I've personally seen in the meadow. I didn't take any of the birds photos below. I wish!

We've seen a small flock of adult towhees-similar to robins, thrillingly not robins.

One of the most exciting sights was a mated pair of flickers. These large brown woodpeckers have a reputation for shyness so I felt lucky to see them. 

I didn't quite know what they were at first, then one of them soared over my head and I saw the bright yellow underwings against the blue sky.

A family of Cooper's hawks lives on Polk Street--a mated pair and one fledgling. We often see them soaring over the meadow emitting a strange turkey-gobble cry, and usually being chased by a pack of mockingbirds. So undignified.

A family of hairy woodpeckers live in the meadow, and are often seen perched on the limbs of a dying dogwood. It's good to leave some dead limbs (snags) for the use of birds and insects.

Here are a few more:

Grackle, such a crisp silhouette in flight.

Brown Thrasher, always on the ground kicking up the straw.

Cowbird, that leaves its eggs in the nests of other birds.

There are also mystery birds I haven't identified yet. An all-gray one that may be a catbird, and some plain brown ones that may be females of some unidentifiable species. It must be the diversity of trees and habitat that attract so many different kinds of birds, and the relative peace that encourages some to stay. I imagine from a birds-eye view, the meadow looks like an oasis.

I have recently planted some sunflowers (Autumn beauty and Mexican) for goldfinches, and bog sage (donated by Stanley's Greenhouse!) to attract hummingbirds. Maybe soon, I can add them to the list of birds spotted in the meadow.