You know, until I started writing this post and decided I wanted to do Spanish rather than English, I never know that “amarillo” means “yellow.” Yellow, Texas. Doesn’t have quite the same ring.
Interesting. Here’s some beautiful yellow flowers for you to identify.
I know, no fair. But these will probably be easy, so try your hand from this shot first. You’re looking across the wetlands at North Creek Park, so think stuff that grows in marshes in the northwestern United States. While you’re at it, admire the drumlin in the background. It’s pretty much the only topographic relief available.
And here are your macros. You knew I wouldn’t deny you macros, right?
You really should click to embiggen this one. That center bit is wild. Also, the white splotches. Not all of the beautiful yellow flowers had them. I’m still not sure what causes it.
Amarillo, it turns out, was likely named for its beautiful yellow flowers. It’s got the nickname “Yellow Rose of Texas,” but the flowers in question are oodles of wildflowers. I’ve never actually seen flowers in Amarillo. All I’ve seen is the Big Texan, which was my favorite restaurant on the drive between Arizona and Indiana. Now that’s a steakhouse, people. And it’s got a great big stuffed grizzly bear in the lobby, or at least did have when I was there as a kid. The grizzly had a bald patch from where kids pet it. And its fur was slightly yellow, which is appropriate, considering where it now resides. El Oso Amarillo de Amarillo. Somebody should write it a ballad.
Right. Flowers. These grow up through the water. This shouldn’t have surprised me – I mean, hello, wetlands, but it still did. I love that about plants round here. They’ll grow through anything. And bloom on their way to the surface, apparently. I actually gently tugged on one of those blooms to see if it was really attached, and indeed it was. Awesome. I love wetlands.
I’ve never been a big fan of amarillo, personally, but these are starting to make me a bit fond of flores amarillas poco. How could you look at those sweeping swathes of yellow against the vigorous green, bend down close and see how complex they are, and not feel at least a little fondness?
Also, there were some very awesome flores amarillas blooming. I’m going to give you a bonus mystery flower. It’s going to be a tough one, because I rather suspect you’ve identified this before. Let’s see how you do with just a bud.
How neat is that? This is one of the many reasons I’m glad I dragged my intrepid companion up there. I think this is one of my favorite shots of a flower ever. And wait until tomorrow, when we do the big reveal and I show you their full glory. I’ll bet Amarillo doesn’t have anything half so awesome.
Cue Texans protesting they do, too, in 3…2…1… Do it. Give me a reason to go back out there, so that I can once again savor the magnificence that is the Big Texan. Yum!