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what gold is hidden here?
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Apr. 27th, 2008 @ 03:39 pm
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Marsh marigold!

There are flashes of this gold all through the marsh:

The birds are singing its location (26 seconds):
I feel...:  determined I hear...: Anonymous 4: Poland (Sacred Harp 86)
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There must be something wrong with me! I saw your picture of the marsh marigolds and the first thing that popped into my head was- oh, those look yummy. Yeah, like I said, there's something wrong with me!!! (Unless they are edible in which case, sign me up!)
Good instinct! They are in fact edible:
"Collected before the plant has finished blossoming, the young leaves (with the stalks removed) are excellent cooked for 20-30 min. in 2 or 3 changes of boiling water. The flowerbuds can be used as capers when boiled for 10 min. in 2 changes of water and pickled in hot vinegar. Warning: Do not eat raw; [ marsh marigolds] contain an acrid poison that is only dispelled upon cooking." --Lee Allen Peterson, Edible Wild Plants (Boston: Houghton Mifflin Company, 1977), 70.
Wow, looks like a beautiful day!
It was! Later there was a bike ride, and lying back in the leaves, and crossing a pond on a fallen tree.
Sounds like a book I need to get :)
I tried to shoot some video that included swamp sounds here, but it didn't turn out as well as yours - yours sounds great
You should definitely get it; I love the book :-)
Molly's crashing around in the foreground makes it hard to hear the birds, but at least you can hear them a little, so I was glad for that.
Nice sounds - is that a blackbird trilling at the end? It might interest you to know, though, that the footstep sound on my computer made Robinson jump up and poke his nose at the screen :)
Re marsh marigold - there is a vigorous and determined patch of that, obviously dropped by a bird sometime, right on the sidewalk by my neighbour's fence. I contemplate digging up a patch of it in the dark of night and introducing it to the swampy bit in my garden... I'm terrified that the neighbour (being a bit inclined that way, if you know what I mean) might nuke it thinking it a weed (which I suppose it is, but there's weeds and then there's marsh marigolds).
Rescuing it sounds like a fine idea (though how courageous and encouraging of it to decide to come up in the sidewalk--such a show of spirit)
Robinson must have recognized a fellow dog! Molly's ears prick when she hears animals on the radio.
I'm not sure if it's a blackbird--I loved the sound, but I don't know what bird it is that's singing.
They look almost like daffodils on first sight. What a lovely interjection of colour!
Yes, makes me wonder at the number of dismal swamps and marshes you get in fantasy stories... have the writers ever been to one? I guess they can be dismal in the rain or at night... but they can be quite gorgeous, too.
Your mood seems out of place for this post. You are determined? O_o
I was determined about other things, like making sure I did some writing and stuff--the part that was in the marsh was fun and relaxed.
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| From: | suzan_s |
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April 28th, 2008 12:24 pm (UTC) |
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Love the close-up shot.....nice.
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