I traveled recently to a wedding, and had a few hours of time before the ceremony. I took my nature journal for a stroll around the hotel grounds.
The hotel was bordered by an undeveloped meadow with old orchard trees, creating space for an impressive array of native wildflowers -- from familiar goldenrods and white clover to Virginia Mountain Mint, an icy, peppermint-scented plant that makes me feel as though I've been swept away to the Arctic wilderness when I smell it.
Here's the list of plants I found:
wild strawberries
coneflowers( Rudbeckia)
Dogwood red osier?
Goldenrod
St. John's wort
Wild dogbane
Shaggy mane mushroom
Queen Anne's Lace
Mountain mint
Horse Gentian (honeysuckle family)
White clover
Cottonwood
Pear trees
crabapple trees
apple trees
Liatris?
Thistle
Wild grape
Privet
Red oak
New england aster
Willow
I sketched as I went, and found a windblown cottonwood twig with golden leaves to take back to our hotel room and draw.
There's nothing so grounding to me as drawing plants. I notice as many details as I can and sketch them in. The dance between using two or three different shades of yellow colored pencils to create the hues to match the cottonwood leaves feels a little like a workout. When it's done, there's a quiet satisfaction that rises up.
Now when I look back, I see little reminders of our time away from home. I feel grateful to the wildflowers, trees, and geese for making me feel connected to nature.





