This is one of those prequels that can stand on its own. Observe these wonderful sprays of white flowers and broad green leaves.
In a few days, I’ll be able to tell you what pollinates this flower. More precisely, I’ll be able to show you its pollinators and you can tell me what they are. But first, the flowers. This particular bush is growing up by North Creek, but I also found banks full of them when I went to play by the Snoqualmie River. There’s a tiny trail through them at Three Forks Natural Area, under the canopy of the trees.
They grow fairly tall, as far as bushes go.
If one cares to be fanciful (and one often does, alone in a quiet wood, on a peaceful late summer day), one can almost imagine the trees wearing fluttering green skirts liberally laced with diamonds and pearls. Of course, the designer was rather, shall we say, creative in terms of how things drape. One might almost guess there was no designer, and things have just grown up on their own, willy-nilly, with only a few billion years of evolution to guide matters.
I love these sprays of white against the vivid green. And upon further inspection, they’re even more lovely.
How nice is that? They look like something a fantasy artist would paint for a nice scene in Faerie. You could imagine Titania wearing a garland of them, were you prone to imagining such things. Which I rather am, having read Neil Gaiman’s Sandman and The Books of Magic.
They seem to grow every which way – up, down, to the side. They put me in mind a bit of the sea, waves breaking on rocks in spurts of glittering spray, white against the sun. Even in the shade, these lovely flowers gleam.
And they’re so delicate and light that the slightest spider web will capture their blossoms. Fantastic.
All of this looks very disheveled and haphazard, but if you have a closer look at the plants, you’ll see the leaves are utterly orderly.
I can’t wait for summer again, when they’re leafed out and in bloom, and thanks to you I’ll know what they are. This is among the countless reasons why I love you, my darlings. You always come through. And once you’ve done so on these, we’ll have a delightful duet of pollinators.