I found this lovely flowering bush near the Dinosaur Footprints on the Connecticut River in Massachusetts, and immediately thought of you. So I left Evelyn marking tracks and snapped a few quick pics.
My basic first thought was, “Thank fuck it’s not a fruit tree!” I love fruit trees, I do, but I’m a little tired of them. Luckily, other things are beginning to bloom.
There’s a full view for ye. These were dainty but tall bushes, and reminded me a bit of honeysuckle, although they smelled nothing like it. I don’t recall any particular scent at all, actually.
There was this picturesque culvert, with these flowering bushes on both sides, and although all of this ran right alongside a fairly busy highway, it felt all peaceful and rural. I saw this and thought Cujo would like it. There were several times when I felt a bit guilty about not dragging him along. Then there were times when I was glad I hadn’t, namely during trips through airport security and stuffed on planes. But right here was one of those places I like to take him, because it has a little of everything.
And there was this little stream dashing down the tilted sedimentary beds. Evelyn and I are still working on determining what they are. The website swears it’s sandstone, but it seemed too fine-grained. I chewed on a bit, but I’m not adept yet at geology-by-taste-test, so I’m not sure what I should be looking for. I’ll report back in a few days with more definitive results and slightly smoother teeth.
I can report it’s slippery when wet. Nearly broke me neck walking round looking for any dinosaur tracks along that streambed. But I’m very good now at regaining my footing in streambeds. Have to be, living in Seattle and doing geology. And it was worth it just for the chance to see these lovely bushes overhanging the water.
So there you are: a mystery flower that isn’t northwest-centric. Enjoy! I’m going to go back to missing Evelyn now. Sigh.