Every late summer and early fall, our bit of property here in St. Paul has a noticeable increase in critters with eight legs. A couple years ago, I posted a few photos of these spiders. Their scientific name is Araneus cavaticus, which, if my searching and my loose latin I picked up from my mother over the years is worth anything, the names translates to cave spider. The common name for these creatures in English is barn spider or orb weaver. I guess a barn is sort of like a modern cave.
In the mornings, when I walk out to the chicken coop to let the birds out, I invariably walk through and curse at a couple their webs.
Lately, I have been trying to photograph these hairy looking spiders. Here are few of the better photos. In at least two of the photos, you can see prey of the spiders.
The pumpkins and squash in the garden are coming along nicely. The bush beans and cucumbers, for the most part, have run their course. We are left with a bit of a tangletown of vines that are crisscrossing the garden. We planted a variety of pumpkins & squash this year. Cinnamon Girl F1 seems to be the dominant variety, but there are at least a couple Rouge vif d’Etampes which have their seed originating from our first planting of this type roughly four years ago. The squash we planted this year are a bit of mystery. The seeds were in a mystery bag from my mother – no label. Several different shaped seeds in the bag; we simply placed them all in the same mound.
I ventured north in the state this weekend. Partly a familial visit, partly to fix the riding lawn mower on the familial property, and partly to fulfill a last minute favor that my sister had asked of me. There was visiting and having a meal with my parents, the lawn mower was fixed, and the favor fulfilled. I spent much of my time on the property. The weather was wonderful for late July — with temperatures dropping into the 40s at night, sleeping in the small travel trailer that we have on property was, like the weather, wonderful.
A bit wandering our road, revealed, what seemed to be, countless varieties of species in the raspberry and blackberry family (Rubus). Back my parents, my mother and I pored over Welby Smith’s Trees and Shrubs of Minnesota. Was that a Rubus allegheniensis, or the R. ablatus. Bluebead lily (Clintonia borealis), Purple loosestrife (Lythrum salicaria), and yellow tansies (Tanacetum vulgare) – which, although invasive, I like them as they remind me of when I traveled Finland years ago.
There were a few mushrooms, here and there. But nothing in great numbers.