November 21 2013 Ramble Report

Announcements

·       
Emily and Dale will lead a trail walk at Sandy
Creek Nature Center (Nature Center, not the Park) on Tuesday morning,
Dec. 3, at 9AM, followed by coffee, tea and homemade goodies. Everyone is
invited!

·       
We are suspending our scheduled Rambles during the
winter. The scheduled Rambles will resume on Thursday, Feb. 20, 2014, at the
usual time and place.

·    Dale or Hugh will be happy to have company
whenever they ramble this winter. They will notify all the Ramblers of the date
and time by email. (It is likely not to be early in the morning and the
days/times may vary, depending on weather. Think of it as a group of friends
just spontaneously getting together. The Ramble Reports will also be on winter
hiatus.)

This week’s report is written by Don Hunter with a few
additions by Dale. The photos are sampled from a larger number that can be seen
on Don’s
facebook album
. (Be sure to find Don’s
molasses cookie recipe
at the bottom of the post.)

This morning the frigid temps in the lower 20’s of last week
were replaced by more seasonable temps in the lower 40’s with a only a slight
threat of rain.  Though it had rained
lightly this morning in many of the areas surrounding the Bot Gardens,  it remained dry as twenty-five Ramblers
arrived at the Arbor for the last official Ramble of the season.  Everyone was greeted with hot coffee and
home-made banana bread and molasses cookies to enjoy during the pre-Ramble
mingling and several readings.  (The treats were compliments of Don!!)

Today, since it was the last of the year, we
had readings by Hugh, Martha, Don, Emily and Dale.  It remained basically dry throughout the
Ramble, though we did experience a very light drizzle from time to time near
the end of the walk.  This, however, did
not interfere in any way with our enjoyment of the walk today. 

  

Martha read the poem “Seeing My Way” from Dana
Wildsmith’s One Good Hand: Poems (Iris Press, Oak Ridge, TN, 2005). Martha tells us
that the author is a Georgia poet.

Amazing how our woods cleared out without

my having seen the broomsedge fall, the ferns

wilt back, the poison ivy leaves return

to hairy roots banding every oak

and pine of felling size. The undergrowth

was thick as kudzu yesterday, I’m certain,

but winter’s here today. For months I’ve worked

to keep the brush cut back, now nature’s mowed it

overnight so I can see the paths

our deer have traveled summer-long, unseen,

as plain as any map. You’d think I’d learn

that always if I wait it out, those paths

I need will show themselves in my tired brain

where they’ve been waiting for the brush to clear.

Hugh’s reading was from the Parish Maps Project, London, England
1987 cited in Clare Walker Leslie and Charles E. Roth, Keeping a Nature
Journal
2nd ed Storey Publishing, 2003:

It seems only natural that
we should value most what we are in contact with every day–local and familiar
places, commonplace birds and animals–yet the reverse is often true.  We appear to place a higher value on rare
animals and plants and spectacular views and far-flung places.  Of course, both are important because they
fulfill different needs.  But the
everyday places desperately need our attention–partly because they are
changing so fast, and not always for the better, and also because tremendous
benefit is to be gained from a personal involvement with your own locality.

Don read two poems, by Emily Dickinson and Edna St. Vincent
Millay:

Nature, Poem 28:
Autumn
by Emily Dickinson, (Published in 1896, Poems of Emily Dickinson:
Series One, ten years after her death, by her sister, Lavinia):

The
morns are meeker than they were,

The
nuts are getting brown;

The
berry’s cheek is plumper,

The
rose is out of town.

The
maple wears a gayer scarf,

The
field a scarlet gown.

Lest
I should be old-fashioned,

I’ll
put a trinket on.

   ************************************************************************

The Oak Leaves  (From Wine from These Grapes, published in
1934) by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Yet
in the end, defeated too, worn out and ready to fall,

Hangs
from the drowsy tree with cramped and desperate

               stem above the ditch the
last leaf of all.

There
is something to be learned, I guess, from looking at

               the dead leaves under the
living tree;

Something
to be set to a lusty tune and learned and sung, it well

               might be;

Something
to be learned–though I was ever a ten-o’clock scholar

               at this school–

Even
perhaps by me.

But
my heart goes out to the oak-leaves that are the last to sigh

“Enough,”
and lose their hold;

They
have boasted to the nudging frost and to the two-and-thirty

               winds that they would never
die,

Never
even grow old.

(These
are those russet leaves that cling

All
winter, even into the spring,

To
the dormant bough, in the wood knee-deep in the snow the only

               coloured thing.

Emily’s reading (from Looking
for Mushrooms
by Mary Oliver):

Fall: the dry threshold

To the woods, trees blown apart

Leaf by leaf. A black snake,

Coiled in the sun, flutters

Its forked tongue and glides

Like a stroke of oil over

The path. . . .

Dale read a short passage from What a Plant Knows by Daniel Chaimovitz:

So the next
time you find yourself on a stroll
through a park,

take a second to ask yourself: What does the dandelion in the

lawn see? What does the grass smell? Touch the leaves of an oak

knowing that the tree will remember it was touched. But it won’t

remember you. You, on the other hand, can remember this particular

tree and carry the memory of it with you forever.

After the readings, we headed down the paved walkway to the
Dunson Native Flora Garden, then across on the White Trail and to the Georgia
Power right-of-way (ROW).  We followed
the White Trail across the ROW, into the forest, and we remained on the White
Trail until we arrived at the Red Trail, where we took it to the left, back to
the White Trail briefly, before taking a left on the Green Trail, which we
followed back to the White Trail and out into the ROW and back up the hill to
the parking lot.  Much of this route is
what is referred to as the “Tree Trail”.

Witch Hazel flowers, happier than last week

We first stopped at the Witch Hazel tree (Hamamelis virginiana), located on the paved walk down the hill.  This is the same tree at which we stopped
last week.  The yellow flowers, which
were crumpled by the freeze last week, were today as they should be, with long
and slender bright yellow petals, springing forth from buds at the ends of
reddish brown twigs.  

Moss sporophytes

While we were
looking at the Witch Hazel tree, Martha pointed out some brilliant, deep red
sporophytes growing from a small patch of moss not far from the tree.  It was a shame that Bob could not make the
Ramble today,   He surely would have
appreciated this sight.

Mockernut Hickory bark
Pignut Hickory bark

We crossed up the hill and through the ROW and
into the woods, continuing on the White Trail. 
Just past the Green Trail, but remaining on the White Trail, we stopped
at a large American Beech tree (Fagus
grandifolia
).  Here Dale pointed out
the near total absence of pine trees in the surrounding forest. There was an
abundance of other species in the canopy: beech, various hickories and
oaks.  The lack of pines is an indication
that the land was probably not farmed or was farmed a long time ago, compared
to other areas of the Botanical Garden, which have many Short Leaf and Loblolly
pines and where past terracing is still evident.  Hugh also pointed out that approximately one
foot of topsoil has been lost from much of the surrounding area, the result of
poor farm practices, and that all of this topsoil is now in the various rivers
that drain the area.  As an example,
there is nearly a 30 feet thickness of sediment behind the dam on the Oconee
River off of Barnett Shoals Road, comprised primarily of this eroded
topsoil.  An interesting conversation
followed, regarding past agricultural practices, the economy of agriculture at
the turn of the twentieth century and the real price that was paid, in terms of
damage to the land, of farming decisions that were made based on this economy.  Before leaving this location we also saw two
species of hickory, the Mockernut Hickory (Carya
tomentosa
)and the Pignut Hickory (Carya
glabra
).  The bark of the Mockernut
Hickory had the obvious diamond pattern formed by the ridges and furrows of the
bark.  The bark of the Pignut Hickory
also had the diamond pattern but it was not nearly as obvious, being somewhat
obscured by the elongated pattern and platy nature of the bark ridges.

Upper & Lower surface of Tipularia leaves

After leaving the beech and hickory trees, Dale
mentioned that he has been reading a paper on the Crane Fly Orchid (Tipularia discolor) and the fact that
their existence appears to be dependent on the presence of rotting wood.  We kept a keen eye open to look for Tipularia leaves so that we could
ascertain if they were growing on or near rotting limbs, twigs or fallen trees
or stumps.   Crane Fly Orchids are unusual
in that they can remain dormant under the leaf litter for many years, then
reappear when conditions permit.  They
grow from underground corms, tuberous organs whose purpose is vegetative
reproduction.  Corms are short, vertical,
swollen underground plant stems that also serve as a storage organ used by some
plants to survive winter or other adverse conditions such as summer drought and
heat (estivation). (Wikipedia) As we moved on up the White Trail, we spotted many more
examples of Tipularia emerging from
the leaf litter, pointing out the coloring (green on top and purple underneath)
and saw several  examples of Spotted
Wintergreen or Pipsissewa (Chimaphila
maculata
).  We continued to see most
of the Tipularia associated with
rotting wood of one sort or another.

Grape Fern foliage
Grape fern sporangia

Near the top of the hill on the White Trail, we
came upon a cluster of Southern Grape Ferns (Botrychium biternatum) and another fern that appears to be a grape
fern but not the Southern Grape Fern. 
All had fertile fronds, some with intact sporangia and some with burst
sporangia.  It is possible that we were
seeing the Alabama Grape Fern (Botrychium
jenmanii
), as well as the Bronze or Cut-Leaved Grape Fern (Botrychium dissectum).  Alas, no one brought their fern field guide
today!

False Turkey Tail mushrooms
Two False Turkey Tails showing variation

After passing through the gate, we saw a large
double-trunked Northern Red Oak (Quercus
rubra
) or Scarlet Oak tree (Quercus
coccinea
), one trunk alive, the other dead. 
The dead trunk was covered with what appears to be False Turkey Tail
mushrooms  (Stereum ostrea).  Two
different color variations were present, with different colorations, one having
the red or reddish brown stripes and the other much lighter colored, almost
bleached looking.  These mushrooms were
created as the mycelium grew through the bark, rotting the wood and sending out
the fruiting bodies or mushrooms.  These
mushrooms are not highly specific as to which tree they colonize but they do
prefer hardwoods over pines.   Another
unidentified mushroom was present about eight feet up in the tree.  It was thick and fleshy, red capped, with a
creamy yellow underside and grew as a stacked cluster. 

 

Yellow Jacket nest showing attachment pedicels

After moving on, we came upon some
more Southern Grape Ferns alongside the trail, and a few other interesting
things.  Avis found a  Yellow Jacket nest. Like a paper wasp, the yellow jacket constructs it nest from woody plant fibers, chewing them up to make a paper mache substance that is molded into the nest, one small piece at a time. As the nest grows in size additional layers are often added. Each layer looks like the nest of an ordinary paper wasp and lower layers are attached to upper layers by short stems, called pedicels. Each cell contains a single wasp larva which is fed caterpillar that has been captured, killed and chewed into hamburger by the worker wasps.

Oak Apple gall on oak leaf

Donna found an Oak apple gall,
which is the common name for a large, round, vaguely apple-like gall commonly
found on many species of oak. Oak apples range in size from 2–5 cm in diameter
and are caused by chemicals injected by the larva of certain kinds of gall wasp
in the family Cynipidae.  The adult
female wasp lays single eggs in developing leaf buds. The wasp larvae feed on
the gall tissue resulting from their secretions. (Wikipedia)

A large leaf, possibly from a Mockernut Hickory tree sapling,
was seen on the trail.  There was much
discussion about the identification of the tree from which the leaf fell and
the consensus was, finally, that it was a Mockernut.  We also saw a small oak tree for which we had
a similar level of discussion.  It was
determined, based on bark characteristics, that it was a Northern Red Oak.

Beech Aphids frozen in place

We saw a medium-sized American Beech tree, located
on the edge of the trail, with black, sooty fungal staining on its roots and a
small, distressed limb, located above the roots, with several dead Beech Blight
Aphids (Grylloprociphilus imbricator),
no doubt victims of the hard freeze last week. 
We have seen these on most of our rambles this season, seen wherever the
American Beech trees are found.

A really big Sourwood

We then turned on to the Red Trail and headed
south, up the hill, towards the White Trail again.  It was obvious that the Red Trail does not
get a lot of traffic, as the trail was completely covered in fallen leaves,
barely visible as we walked along it. 
Near the top of the hill is located a very large Sourwood tree (Oxydendrum arboreum), with deeply
furrowed and corky bark, a truly amazing tree.

Witches Broom on Hophornbeam

At the top of the hill, we reached the end of
the Red Trail and turned left, briefly, on to the White Trail, referred to here
as the “Tree Trail”, where we saw what is called a “Witches Broom” on a Hop
Hornbeam (Ostrya virginiana).  Literally
hundreds of small twigs burst forth from the same section of trunk, the site of
a previous fungal infection.  It could be
that the fungal infection causes the plant to release a growth hormone, causing
this proliferation of twigs.  These twigs
quickly turn sharply upward, giving the effect of a broom.

Puffballs read to squirt out their spores

We headed on up to the “Rest Shelter” and turned left on to
the Green Trail and passed through the gate at the deer fence.  We soon came upon a fallen tree with many Pear-Shaped
Puff Ball mushrooms (Lycoperdon pyriforme).  Most all of the specimens observed were fully
mature and the log was dusted with the greenish contents of the puff
balls.  We have stopped at this same tree
several times during the late summer and have observed these same mushrooms as
younger specimens, some not capable of producing spores at the time. 

Not far down the Green Trail, we reached its end and turned
left on the White Trail to head back to the parking lot, where we quickly
adjourned to Dondero’s for our after-walk refreshments and conversation.  I think everyone was a little sad that this
was the last official ramble of the season and were already looking forward to
February 20, 2014!  We’ll see you then,
if not sooner.

SUMMARY OF SPECIES OBSERVED:

FLORA

Witch-Hazel (Hamamelis virginiana)

American Beech (Fagus grandifolia)

Mockernut Hickory (Carya tomentosa)

Pignut Hickory (Carya glabra)

Crane Fly Orchid (Tipularia discolor)

Spotted Wintergreen
or Pipsissewa (Chimaphila maculata)

Southern Grape Fern (Botrychium biternatum)

Alabama Grape Fern (Botrychium jenmanii)

Bronze or Cut-Leaved
Grape Fern (Botrychium dissectum)

Northern Red Oak (Quercus rubra)

Scarlet Oak (Quercus coccinea)

False Turkey Tail
mushrooms 
(Stereum ostrea)

Sourwood tree (Oxydendrum arboreum)

Hop Hornbeam (Ostrya virginiana)

Pear-Shaped Puff
Ball mushrooms (Lycoperdon pyriforme)

FAUNA

Beech Blight Aphids
(Grylloprociphilus imbricator)
(deceased!)

Here is the recipe for the Molasses Crinkle Cookies:

¾ cup shortening                             2 tsp. baking soda

1 egg                                                  ½
tsp. cloves

1 cup white sugar                            1 tsp. cinnamon

2 ¼ cups sifted flour                        1 tsp. ginger

¼ tsp. salt                                          4 tbs. blackstrap molasses

Cream shortening (preferably lard) and gradually add
sugar.  Mix well after each
addition.  Add egg and beat well.  Sift dry ingredients and add one-third of
flour mixture.  Mix, then add molasses
and remaining flour.  Mix well.  Shape dough into small balls.  Roll in granulated sugar and place on greased
baking sheet.  Bake in a slow oven (275
degrees) until firm…about 15 minutes. 
Cookies should flatten out and crack all over.

While we were searching for Cranefly orchids Sue asked me
what a corm was. A good discussion of corms is available on Wikipedia. You can wander from
there to bulb, tubers, etc. and spend a lot of time learning a lot of new
things about plants.