Usually by Memorial Day weekend …
The flowers of the fire tree have been thoroughly drenched.
Yes, the flowers are falling …
But on dry asphalt.
Aspirationally, a few petals fell on the water drain.
This cypress dome may look dry …
But it’s showing water in two ways.
First, the peat is still soggy.
The water table was about a foot below the surface. That’s high enough for the peat to wick some moisture up, especially in the lowest spots. Also factoring in was a recent rain storm that wetted the peat top down.
Second are the high-water water rings around the fluted trunks. That’s the tree telling the water cycle how high it would like to be filled up. Word is the sky could start obliging in about a week (fingers crossed).
Before I left the dome I made sure I told the trees that.
The term swamp is a bit of a misnomer.
Mosaic is probably the better term.
It applies to both its maze of plant communities …
And the patchy pattern by which it burns.
And the variable nature of water …
In terms of both duration and depth.
So go flood and fire, so go the swamp … I mean mosaic!
More than just a benthic mat …
Periphyton creates an underwater maze.
Just ask the crayfish.
Needles have fallen
but the water is up