Sunday 29 November 2020

Rossmin

It’s Thursday and so we met like excited children.  Our task of the day was a further investigation of an orchid that Tracy found a few weeks back at the tail end of a botanising excursion.

Nervilea cf kotschyi

Doing our measurements

Nervilia cf kotschyi

Nervilia leaf.

We were then instructed to keep a watch on the leaf after the orchid had flowered.  That may seem quite easy but after a burn when the grass is short and charred its quite different when returning when the grass is knee high and one now has to look for leaves.   It's a bit like trying to find a needle in a haystack and one has to have either a GPS recording or landmark the area of observation and of course this requires a passion for doing what one loves doing best in order to find what one is seeking.

Anne and Maggie

Dorothy and Tracy

Tracy

We arrived and got straight to work; the excitement was high as this Nervilia, if it was what it was thought to be against all odds, was only last seen in 1909.  Now one has to remember where we saw this orchid, it is in protected area that was zoned off for conservation  but the surrounding areas are being blasted up for limestone.   One's breath is held as this beautiful earth gets exploited for man's needs and natural areas are further reduced and threatened.  Land is being invaded by man and one has a heart-felt protectiveness knowing how vulnerable these plants are.  One gives thanks to protected areas but there's a threat to how long these areas last before man invades and encroaches further.


Anne

We began our botanising in "Area 1" and when we looked at the Nervilia under observation, I was stuck by the beauty of its strongly veined leaves.  We found that there were between 7 and 9 (mostly 9) veins and then set out to measure the leaves with rulers and tape measures.  I had found an app. of measurement on my I-phone which one should delete as it was not to be trusted.  Out came our rulers and tape measures with everyone being busy.  What was exciting is that we had observed 17 (could have been 19) flowering Nervilia and when it came to seeing what the leaves were doing after plants had finished flowering, we found that in "Area 1" there were about 100 and in "Area 2" about 200.  We felt exuberated with our counts!  There was promise of something for the future.  Again, one didn't know where to tread as one feared squashing something sacred.  We shall return to this area later to see if these leaves have grown more and observe changes.  

Data capturing

Recording the measurements, the devil is in the detail.



The seed capsule that looks like a little bird head with its green wings that are flying in diffent directions.



The back of the leaf.

A few weeks ago, we had sat on rocks eating our lunch and now it had rained and it was totally luscious and if we had sat there this time all that one would have seen would be hats as the grass had grown that tall in just a few weeks of absence.  

The Oxalis were abundant in certain areas and we meandered up the hill and then suddenly we heard a noise and Anne stilled us.  I had thought it could have been an ancient tree water logged and falling down onto the earth but then we heard the crackle of fire and both my car and Anne's was parked under a Mango tree with sugar cane that had been set alight.  The slopes where muddied and the pace had to be slow as Anne and I raced to get to our cars before our vehicles were consumed in fire.  We staggered on knowing it would be a long way to walk back but our cars were safe and the exercise was good.  We continued with our botanizing.


Oxalis smithiana 

Berkheya umbellata

Dalechampia capensis 

Vitex obovata 

The sky was filled with soot, it looked like ravens flying before our scratchy eyes and sneezing and wheezing throats, the soot fell onto cobwebs leaving spiders unimpressed at the capture.

The Raphionacme galpinii were just beautiful and I came across just one Brachycorythis ovata.  It was definitely the time for Brachycorythis ovata to flower and they were setting seed.  These plants are so structural in the grasslands.  


Raphionacme galpinii 



Brachycorythis ovata 

I have a new love for bulbs.  My journey was one that started off with an appreciation for nature/flowers and then not being able to retain one's enthusiasm one puts bulbs second,  as a novice one wants  immediate gratification and so in the nursery world clients want colour not knowing what they are purchasing.   With age one learns and evolves as does one's garden and it changes as one does.   The exotics are replaced by indigenous and bulbs are planted and it's so exciting to see the unexpected flowering in its time.  It's like having unexpected wanted gifts arrive when least expected.


Eucomis autumnalis 

On a steep slope and under an inch of shade we sat and ate our lunch and then meandered on.  Anne and Tracy had ventured down the steep slopes and I changed my lens and then wanting to record what I had seen, discovered I had lost my note book!  It had months of records in it, wobbly in its writing, wrinkled in its pages as rain had un-ironed crisp clean pages and the wind sometimes took hold of the pen.  Anne kindly came up to try and help me in my search after I had taken the photo of the Sisyranthus virgatus admiring its hairs in the tiny flower that was attached to the thinnest of stems. Tracy then ventured up and found my leather-bound book in the grass.  What a relief!  I love how this tribe looks after each other.

Sisyranthus virgatus 

Anne called back to look at Aspidonepsis flava and then we strolled back to our cars.  A butterfly was drunk in sipping nectar from the Xysmalobium undulatum.  Dianthus mooiensis flowered in true girly pink and under the Erythrina caffra, Gloriosa modesta flowered in Buddhist robe hues. 


Aspidonepsis flava


Aspidonepsis flava

Dianthus mooiensis 
Gloriosa modesta


Gloriosa modesta 



We ambled back with "takkies" (twig specimens for later keying out) and quartz stones found on the road, loving our day and so grateful for the people who made the day what it was.  


Xysmalobium undulatum 


Xysmalobium undulatum 

Polygala hottentotta 

Pachycarpus concolor

Pachycarpus asperifolius 



Harveya speciosa

Cyperus obtusiflorus

Who's observing who?

Albuca setosa 

Maggie, Anne, Dorothy, Tracy and Gail - an all lady outing

Special thanks to everyone involved in making this day possible and to confirmation of plants seen, thank you Graham and Kate Grieve, even though in your relocation are part of us.

Beacon Hill at The Beacon 19 November 2020


We had experienced an incredible amount of rain during the week and we looked at the weather app wondering if we were going to venture out at all, but being the Pondoland group that we are, we met at Beacon Hill in the Umtumvuna, braced with our gumboots, umbrellas, rain coats and tasty treats as not only was it our favourite day but it was also our Dorothy's 78th  birthday.  The table was laid out with chocolate cup-cakes, brownies, fruit cake and crunchies.   With tummy's warm and full we set out into the rain and wind cheerfully.

Rain pelting down.

Leucadendron spissifolium

Pondoland C.R.E.W.

Tracey with her parachute rain jacket about to lift up into the sky.

At the Beacon we explored the rocky terrain cautiously.  Both my umbrella and Anne's broke, photographing flowers was truly impossible as the rain pelted down and the wind was relentless.  Umbrellas were more of a hazard than providing shelter and even though mine was a golf umbrella it turned inside out and it buffeted against me like a rhino thinking I was its leaning post whilst I was  trying to photograph flowers that were dizzily spinning around and around like colourful propellers.  It is amazing that they still have petals attached to their heads!  I'm sure it was a good day for seed dispersal.



Anne, with her umbrella that was more a foe than friend.

Maggie

  The camera was having a hard time focusing on anything and I was about to be blown off the cliff's like Mary Poppins.  In the end I put away the umbrella and just embraced the rain, tucking my camera under my raincoat, looking pregnant and continuously wiping water from the lens.  Not even the gloomy weather could dampen our spirits as we just took one small step in front of the other.  One must remember that in order to take a photograph of a Brachystelma one must sit in a wet puddle and get as close as to the earth as possible.  Anne found a tiny Brachystelma and we found several more in the rocky area  and the Sisyranthus. 



Brachstelma australe


Brachystelma sandersonii 


Brachystelma sandersonii 

Sisyranthus virgatus

We tottered about on cliff edges living life dangerously.  Every crevice in the rocks was brimming and full of clean fresh water. Streams ran down the earth and new little falls cascaded over the rocks.  All the plants were left freshly washed and dripping in rain drops.  What a joy it was to see!. The dry pond a couple of months ago that was cracked like a salt pan was full and the water lilies were soon to flower once again.


Hypoxis colchicifolia



Searsia carnosula


Tritonia disticha


The black grass from the terrible run away fire several weeks before had all turned to lush green and one could have thought we were in Scotland.



 

The Polystachya pubescens were glorious in their rich colours and peeking in a rock crevice a Rhipsalis baccifera was flowering.

Polystachya pubescens

Rhipsalis baccifera


Hypoxis colchicifolia flowered more brightly than a sunflower and Merwilla kraussii had set seed in beautiful mauve balls.


Hypoxis colchicifolia

Merwilla kraussii in seed.

Tiny Tulbaghia acutiloba, which could be easily overlooked, were pinkish and coral in colour and looked botoxed in all the moisture they had received. 


Tulbaghia accutiloba


We admired the single flower heads of the Aristea abyssinica.


Aristea abyssinica


Dianthus mooiensis waved its delicate pink flowers and Sopubia simplex were in bud. Chlorophytum cooperi popped out in the grass like little single white stars.


Dianthus mooiensis - short tube

Dianthus mooiensis

Chlorophytum cooperi

I admired the Ledabouria revoluta in the grass with their distinct markings. In one area the Crassula were abundant and one had to be so careful where one walked.  Delosperma that normally grew on hot rocks lay submerged like sea-weed underwater. 

Ledabouria revoluta
Delosperma subpetiolatum

With thunder threatening and sheets of rain falling down like curtains we decided to call it a day, which had been absolutely wonderful.  What a privilege it is to have a grassland/flower reserve and then to have a group that lives life fully embracing all weathers.  Here’s to our elders.



Dorothy, our birthday girl living on the edge.  The tree was trying to snatch her up and keep her.



Satyrium longicauda


Lasiosiphon triplinervis

Apodytes abbottii

Helichrysum diffusum

Canthium vanwykii

Pelargonium luridum


Front:  Maggie Abbott and Dorothy McIntyre
Back:  Gail Bowers-Winters, Tracey Taylor and Anne Skelton


Happy Birthday Dorothy!  Here is to many more years botanizing together.  We admire your persistency and perseverance, there is nothing that will stop you from doing what you love to do do and that is being in nature botanizing.  Thank you for your teachings, for your time in taking the time to teach us in looking at the detail in determining what it is exactly we are looking at.  We love your passion. We love you.