You pays your money and you takes your choice. We have one pretty close to the Square. Not quite what you'd expect in this dry country! When I got there to take pictures Tuesday, the summer's cattails had been cut down. Too bad. I had to make do with this unappetizing picture at the sidewalk right behind Hastings. It's where one of the springs empties into the swamp, bog, or cienega over at Four Points, next YRMC's heliport. Let's use the Spanish word,
cienega. It's a lot classier -- smacks of that boulevard in LA, named no doubt, for a swamp, bog or cienega over in Lala land.
Most drivers motoring down Willow Creek Road probably aren't even aware that there's a swamp just to the South of that chopper. Believe you me, the boat tailed grackles know. It's one of their favorite hangouts -- in season, of course. They've already gone south.
Take your life in your hands, cross the boulevard, and...
...read the inscription on that stone. You will realize that the corner has been dolled up. I even noted a watering system to take care of the non-indigenous pampas grass and shrubs.
But get close up and there's a surprising amount of water at the lower level. It doesn't show here because it's covered by autumn leaves.
At the right are some of the dried cattails.
The hospital parking lot is visible just beyond this end of the cienega. I recall when contractors were redoing the parking lot a few years ago; they had one Big Problem. Springs. Paving would proceed; next thing they knew, Oops! A spring would pop through the asphalt.
Old-timers will explain that the north side of town, between Granite Creek and the heights, not only is full of springs, but that it used to be called Spring Valley. There is rumored to be a structure, once a neighborhood grocer, that had its spring house cooler inside the main building. And I've heard other tales about springs and seeps that surprised builders of major projects.
The Four Points cienega is on both north and south sides of the Whipple Street Cross Town. The south section isn't as pretty -- no trees to speak of.
Amusingly enough, many of the plants visible on the corners are desert dwellers, including this California poppy still in bloom in mid-November.
I first met Spanish moss as a little girl, when the family moved from Arizona to Florida. Mom and the kids made the trip by train. Once across the Mississippi in New Orleans, we transferred to a different train, which left late in the evening. I awakened in the middle of the night, looked out the Pullman car window and was both astonished at and a little frightened of the draped trees like something from a horror movie. Of course, once we were settled, the moss quickly became one more everyday plant that disappeared by becoming commonplace.
Here's what I found out from the Terrebonne Parish website: Spanish Moss (Tillandsia usneoides) is an air-feeding plant or epiphyte found mainly upon cypress, gum trees, oaks, elms, and pecan trees in South Louisiana and Florida. It is not a parasite and does not live off the trees upon which it grows, nor is it harmful to the trees. It has been noticed, however, that its presence on pecan trees tends to reduce the yield, owing, no doubt, to the fact that to some extent it shadows the buds of the fruit.
Further: Spanish moss is not propagated by seeds but by fragments or festoons. These fragments are carried from tree to tree by birds and the winds. Birds frequently use strands of moss in building their nests, and in this way distribute the festoons. Evergreen trees seldom have moss on them, for the green leaves tend to ward off the festoons carried by the winds or dropped by birds. In the fall and winter when the trees lose their leaves, fragments of moss attach themselves to the bark. A moss which springs from a festoon or fragment grows to a great length, often reaching 10 to 20 feet. In the early summer this plant produces a very small yellow flower, hardly visible to the naked eye. Moisture and dust from the air produce all the nourishment necessary to keep the plant alive and growing.
The statement above is actually wrong about seeds; a Good Ole Boy down in Georgia has a web site selling Spanish moss to gardeners and craftspeople. Around the entire USA apparently. He notes that if the Spanish moss you're trying to grow up in Minnesota or Maine gets hit by the frost, there will likely be tiny seeds throughout the festoons which will regrow when the sun warms things up again.
At one time, the "moss" industry supplied furniture manufacturers with upholstery stuffing. Not so these days of foam and other man-mades, but it's a beautiful plant to just watch as it swings in the breeze, sometimes quite wildly. And just by the way, although Evangeline was written about Cajun Louisiana, the pines and hemlock bearded with moss were actually back in Canadian Acadia, where the sad tale began. No Spanish moss for Longfellow though I had never realized it!
Good Googling: Have you ever tried The Google's alert service? Very useful, it is. I have asked the oracle to notify me whenever a blog post mentions Prescott. Today, I received this fascinating link to UFOs seen over our hometown. (Between you and me, I didn't find the video very convincing.) Another intriguing use of The Google is to track trends, based on the rise and fall of particular search terms. Turns out that a rise in searches related to flu symptoms actually precedes reports from the government's Center for Disease Control.
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