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why you should go to Scotts Landing this week!

7/20/2012

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This gorgeous lily is native to our area. They are often found in the boulder-strewn moraine fields where blueberries grow. I do worry about them as our blueberry fields are now so heavily herbicided.
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                                             Wood Lily

        Fine-grained New England granite is obdurate stuff.
        Long after the glacier’s press it stands untouched
        by the hot lick of burning barrens for blueberries
        or the trembling flame of open wood lily at its side.

                                                                                        That lone splash of red draws the eye
                                                                                         more strongly than the brief burnt orange zap
                                                                                         of delta-winged Skippers, or the lazy float of  Monarchs.
                                                                                        Drawn by what invisible force it torques the field,
                                                                                        the wood lily pulls bright against the rock.


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