Showing posts with label prairie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label prairie. Show all posts

Saturday, August 3, 2024

Tennessee coneflowers, on the rocks



Jessica and I grow four species of purple coneflowers in the prairie garden at Teach Éan: Echinacea purpurea, the purple coneflower proper; E. angustifolia, the narrow-leaved coneflower, a.k.a. black Samson; E. pallida, the pale purple coneflower, the most abundant species in the wild in our corner of Nebraska...and one oddity, E. tennesseensis, the Tennessee coneflower. In our garden, tennesseensis closely resembles angustifolia and pallida, but its ray florets (petals) reach upward whereas those of its congeners droop, and its seeds are uniformly cream-coloured whilst the others are mostly medium to dark brown. 

[L-R: pallida, angustifolia, tennesseensis]


Last month, we made a pilgrimage to Nashville, Tennessee, to visit Tennessee coneflowers in their native habitat. (And also to feast on Nashville hot chicken, about which some other time.) Echinacea tennesseensis is endemic to the Nashville area, which had puzzled me when I first learned of its restricted range. What, I wondered, is so unique about Nashville? 

Country music may have made Nashville famous, but rock makes it special. 

Limestone underlies much of the area around Nashville, and to the south and east especially tends to be found at or just below the surface. Some of these outcroppings have become known as cedar glades—in a region otherwise dominated by hardwood forest, the thin soil of cedar glades supports a prairie-like plant community in which eastern red cedars are the only significant trees. Cedars normally invest most of their early growth in a deep taproot, followed by an extensive network of shallow roots; in rocky sites with shallow soil, the taproot can grow horizontally, allowing cedars to thrive where hardwood trees cannot. 


During the last Ice Age, when central Tennessee was cooler and drier and supported a prairie plant community, an Echinacea—maybe pallida, more likely angustifolia or a species ancestral to it—colonised the limestone outcroppings, able to survive in the shallow soil by extending a deep, narrow taproot through cracks in the underlying limestone. Over time this Echinacea became exquisitely adapted to its new habitat, and when the climate shifted again and hardwood forest succeeded prairie, it persisted in the sunny openings of the cedar glades through the wet springs and punishingly hot, dry summers. In isolation from other Echinacea populations, it eventually took on its own identity, a classic example of allopatric speciation. 

But specialisation is a double-edged sword, and by virtue of its narrow niche Echinacea tennesseensis was bound to be a rare flower. It wasn’t formally described until 1898, and by the middle of the 20th century it was thought to be extinct. 

That changed in 1968, when the species was rediscovered by Vanderbilt botanist Elsie Quarterman and grad student Barbara Turner. Conservation efforts began almost immediately, spearheaded by Quarterman, and the Tennessee coneflower was listed as an endangered species at the federal level in 1979. The Nature Conservancy purchased the land where Quarterman and Turner had found their coneflowers, and other tracts where the energised botanists found additional colonies. With the existing colonies thus protected from rampant development and some new ones established (or re-established) in suitable habitat, tennesseensis was delisted in 1991; Elsie Quarterman, age 101, attended the delisting ceremony. The Nature Conservancy sites have been transferred to the Tennessee Department of Environment and Conservation to be managed as State Natural Areas.

Owing to a misunderstanding, Jessa and I missed the Mount View Cedar Glade where Dr. Quarterman made her fateful rediscovery, but we visited two other coneflower sites on a hot, sunny day in mid-July. The first was Couchville Cedar Glade near Rural Hill, Tennessee.  (The eponymous town of Couchville no longer exists, having been inundated when the Stones River was dammed to create Percy Priest Lake in the 1960s.)










Our other site was Vesta Cedar Glade near the unincorporated community of Gladeville.









One thing we realised right away is that the coneflowers in our garden—lush and easily three feet high—have it easy. Their wild counterparts, living in near-desert conditions, topped out at about a foot tall. But they are possessed of a tough beauty and the rightness that comes with authenticity. And with tennesseensis now in widespread cultivation, I would recommend anyone else trying the species for the first time plant their flowers in full sun in a rock garden...they can take it.




Photos by Mark & Jessica Farrell-Churchill. Just a few more?








Tuesday, April 4, 2023

So early a season

In our prairie garden back home in Nebraska, blanketflower is a star of mid- to late summer; it often blooms well into October. On the dunes of Grand Isle, we found it in riot in mid-March.





Photos, as usual, by Jessa.

Monday, October 31, 2022

A visit from the Queen

We're no strangers to monarch butterflies here at Teach Éan, and do our best to attract and support them on our tenth of an acre; at last count, I believe Jessa's garden list was up to 97 species of Nebraska- or at least regionally native wildflower species, including at least six milkweeds. We've had several wildflowers blooming well into October, but the most popular with the monarchs were goldenrods and asters, especially aromatic and New England asters.

This butterfly showed up about two weeks ago and appeared at first to be a late monarch, but both Jessa and I noticed some differences, and (thanks to her smartphone photo) were able to identify it as a queen butterfly, Danaus gillipus. (The proper monarch is D. plexippus.)

The queen is not a rare butterfly, but a rare find here. The queen is a predominantly tropical species, more typically found in the southern tier of the U.S. So an "accidental", but a nice bonus for Jessa's gardening efforts. 

Bon voyage!

Saturday, July 24, 2021

Safari

Elk were conspicuously absent during our recent visit to the Elk-Bison Prairie at Land Between the Lakes in western Kentucky, but soon after our return to Nebraska Jessa suggested we visit the Lee G. Simmons Wildlife Safari Park near Ashland, and the elk there were more cooperative—lounging in the shade, mostly, but lounging where we could see them.






[Oops. This one's actually a whitetail buck. I am not going to re-format this post.]






The Safari Park is affiliated with Omaha's Henry Doorly Zoo, and despite its proximity and reputation, I'd never been there. Like LBL, they have both elk and bison in a drive-through setting. When we were there, one cow—a traditionalist, evidently—was vigorously dustbathing, but most of the herd opted for the pond on this warm summer day.





There are a number of non-releasable rehabilitated birds on display as well. Jessa's sensitive eye ensured that even unflighted eagles, swans, and pelicans retained their dignity.





Also present are sandhill cranes. Accustomed as we are to seeing them in February and March, it struck us that the background colour in these photos was all wrong.



Speaking of greenery, several species of wildflowers were putting on a show.

[Swamp milkweed.]


[Ratibida and vervain.]



[Ratibida on its own.]


[Vervain.]


I'll close with two shots I held back for this purpose, in violation of Jessa's "no derpy pictures" policy. She usually refuses to publish any photo that presents its subject in an unflattering light—I have been the grateful beneficiary of this policy myself. But she agreed to make a one-time exception, so enjoy these "not ready for the yearbook" portraits.