Narcissistic gratification or therapy?
From Muriel Barbery’s The Elegance of the Hedgehog:
Mamam announced at the dinner table last night, as if it were a pretext to let the champagne flow freely, that it was exactly 10 years ago that she started her “anaaalysis.” Everyone will agree that this is absolutely maaarvelous. As far as I can see, only psychoanalysis can compete with Christians in their love of drawn-out suffering. What my mother didn’t say is that it’s also been exactly ten years since she started taking anti-depressants. But apparently she doesn’t see the connection. Personally I don’t think she’s taking the anti-depressants to ease her anxiety but rather to endure the analysis. When she describes her sessions, it’s enough to make you want to bang your head against the wall. The guy says “hmmm” at regular intervals, and repeats the end of her sentences (“And I went to Lenôtre’s with my mother”: “Hmmm, your mother?” “I do so like chocolate.”: “Hmmm, chocolate?”).
Family photo
A Short Scene
Home!
After a month of traveling, I’m finally home. I loved visiting friends and (most) family, but that first view of my town’s peaks from the shuttle was like the end of Gone with the Wind. I don’t want to go anywhere for a long, long time.
The flight back was migraine-miserable, but otherwise pretty good. I have nothing bad to say about Continental. The seats were much comfier than any I’ve ever been in (except maybe for a short Korean Air flight I was on years ago), and I was pleased to discover that Continental still feeds passengers. Food goes a long way towards mollifying me.
My previous flights this trip were not so good.
Frontier/Midwest tried to win me over with freshly baked cookies, but two cookies is not enough to make me forget them losing my poster (temporarily) and having a one hour line at check-in.
US Airways was the worst. The flight was delayed over two hours, causing me to miss a connection in Charlotte. They wanted me to stay in the Charlotte airport overnight (no free meals or hotel) and get a flight at 11 the next morning to Raleigh/Durham. Luckily, I had a relative willing to drive 100 miles to Charlotte that night to fetch me and to ferry me to my grandmother’s house near Raleigh/Durham the next morning. I still had to fight with US Airways just to get them to start the paperwork for a refund on missed leg of my flight. They also made things more confusing for passengers by listing the flight as “on time” until over an hour after the original scheduled departure – even though they knew the plane was severely delayed at least two hours prior. Too bad the US doesn’t have laws like Europe…
I still have to tell you about my what I did in Pennsylvania and North Carolina, but right now I’m going to open all the packages that came while I was gone and eat food from my own fridge and sleep in my own bed.
I am so glad to be home!

Kitty Todd Nature Preserve
If you’re driving from Michigan to Pittsburgh, you’ll probably go through Ohio. At least, that’s how the car-full of ecologists I was with did it. Some people might advise you to find some (any) way around it.
I had never been to Ohio before and was not particularly impressed from the highway, even though they have rest stops that seem like heaven compared to the dinky bathrooms and vending machines I remember from childhood trips up and down the east coast. Of course, Ohio doesn’t seem to have much else to look at – from the highway all I saw was flat, flat, flat land and and plants that do well in disturbed areas. Perhaps income from rest stops counts as their tourist trade?
After a few hours driving through Ohio, I was distinctly UN-excited about the ecology field trip our driver had planned. Luckily, I wasn’t in charge.
The Kitty Todd Nature Preserve is a very cool place to visit in the oak openings region of Ohio. When the Europeans first got to the area, they were pretty unimpressed with the sandy soil, but it turns out that while the poor soil and frequent fires only support sparse oaks, there are LOTS of gorgeous and unique herbaceous plants. There are some cool bugs and other critters, but you all know how I get distracted by plants.

Kitty Todd Nature Preserve
Kitty Todd used to be a hog farm. Pigs do a number on most vegetation through all that rooting and wallowing, but perhaps the worst damage at Kitty Todd was due to their massive amounts of nutrient rich poop. The soils in the region are naturally quite poor and the native plants are NOT adapted to nutrient rich soils. So even after the hogs were gone, the native species couldn’t compete with the weeds and invasives. For awhile, no one had much hope for restoring Kitty Todd.
But then the gun club next door bulldozed a bunch of their sand into banks for shooting and, the next thing they knew, their land was being overrun with endangered oak openings species that had lain dormant for decades in the seed bank. The Kitty Todd land managers worked with the gun club to replicate the depth and type of bulldozing, and now they’ve (happily) got the same issue.

Sundew blooming at Kitty Todd (Drosera intermedia – I think)
The first year they noticed establishment of a rare sundew species, they started a project to keep a count of each plant and it’s location on the preserve. Now you can’t tour the preserve without stepping on them they’re so numerous.
Sundews have a very fun adaptation to poor soils – they get many of their nutrients by catching and absorbing bugs with their numerous sticky hairs. When I looked very, very closely, I could see lots of little gnats stuck to the sundews. Unfortunately, I didn’t get a picture of the feast.

Sneezeweed and a cardinal flower (Lobelia cardinalis)
We also got to see cardinal flowers, which, coincidentally, The Phytophactor recently wrote about. In addition to being a show-stopping red, cardinal flowers are bird pollinated. Specifically, they’re pollinated by the ruby-throated hummingbird. You’ll have to read The Phytophactor’s post for some of the more exciting details on the exact mechanism of pollination.
The flower that probably got the most “oohs” and “aaahs” was (surprise!) an orchid. Many people think that orchids are all tropical plants, but it’s actually hard to find a place without them. Though non-tropical orchids tend to be less showy, the orange fringed orchid is pretty spectacular.

Orange Fringed Orchid (Platanthera ciliaris)
Our tour guide told us that he’d seen more orchids this year than any other year he’d been at the preserve. He thought it had to do with the more typical Ohio winter they experienced last year – a kind of winter the orchid will see less and less of as climate change progresses. The orange fringed orchid is already endangered or threatened across much of its range – hopefully climate change won’t make it too much rarer.
Last year, an arsonist set fire to part of the preserve and burned over quite a few acres. Luckily, fire is normal and healthy for this ecosystem, though there is probably some optimal burn frequency. Blazing Stars in particular seem to really love fire – the bit of the burn site we walked through was covered with the purple flowers.

Wild Lupine (Lupinus)

Happylists
The strange title is from Kriti, who I went to high school with but I have only recently really begun to get to know. I wish I’d talked to her more when we were just a few hallways apart at boarding school, but better late than never, right? Kriti and her friends made happylists in high school when they weren’t happy. I think it’s a great idea to remind myself now and again that my life isn’t quite as bad as I make it out to be.
So why do I need a happylist right now? I’m flying back to my mountain on Thursday. I’m glad to be going home, but flying is always unpleasant for me. In addition to the normal things that make flying unpleasant for everyone (except maybe people in business class), I get terrible, terrible migraines (and associated terrible, terrible nausea) when I fly. Needless to say, I hate flying and I’m dreading my trip Thursday.
This is exactly the kind of thing that calls for a happylist:
- The feeling of crawling into my own bed after a long day of travel.
- Listening to my little brother practice piano.
- Looking out airplane windows



