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Anyway, let's get on with this.
This past weekend, while Barry spent most of his time playing and/or running board games at ConQuest Sacramento, I went on a portion of the Gardens Gone Native Tour. I just went to the two gardens in Woodland and the six gardens in Davis, out of the total of 28 gardens. I don't think it's actually possible to see all the gardens in one day unless you really hurry through them. I might have made a gardening friend at the second garden I visited; I struck up a conversation with the homeowner/gardener and gave her Barry's address and invited her to see the native garden I've planted in her yard, and gave her my own email address so we can talk native plant gardening. We agreed that it's nice to know someone else who has a native plant garden nearby. The next garden I visited after that was the only other one that made a strong impression on me; in that garden the homeowners weren't home, but the woman showing people around the garden explained that the homeowners had been ripping out California golden poppies (the state flower) and purple needlegrass (the state grass) because they didn't like the look of them. I remove a few purple needlegrass seedlings myself when they show up where I don't want them - or I transplant them to Barry's house - but I thought it was rather hilarious that anyone with a native plant garden would be ripping out California golden poppies because they don't like the look of them.
Anyway, after I finished the portion of the tour I wanted to see, Barry wasn't home yet, so I decided to go back out in search of native plants in a different location: Mavis Henson Field. This is a local park of sorts that I found out about via the LocalWiki entry for Mavis Henson Field, which makes it sound like a great place for seeing wildflowers. But I had tried to find the field once before, with Barry, and we had failed to find it. This time, when I tried again, I realized that the directions on LocalWiki were inorrect; the field is on the opposite side of County Road 25 from where the directions claimed it was. But I figured out where it was because it was supposed to contain a lake, so I looked for a lake. The field still did not turn out to be a good place to see wildflowers, though, except maybe for the select few wildflower experts who are allowed into the fenced area where the meadow and vernal pool habitat are. For the rest of us, it is a pretty good birdwatching park and a decent place to see some native shrubbery, but it's the wrong place to go to see annual wildflowers.
Still, I took some pictures while I was there. I didn't feel comfortable taking a lot of photographs during the garden tour, but taking photographs of Mavis Henson Field was unlikely to bother anyone. So now I'm going to take you on a photographic tour of Mavis Henson Field in Woodland, California. Here are a silver bush lupine (Lupinus albifrons) and a Western redbud (Cercis occidentalis) among miscellaneous grasses alongside the parking lot. In the background, a family is riding bikes on the gravel path around the lake.
This is the view in the opposite direction from about the same spot, looking out toward the street. (Well, except that the same family on bikes has moved now and therefore is still in the picture.) This is the intersection of County Road 102 and Farmers Central Road, two classically rural-sounding street names. The area is on the edge of town but not what I would call in the middle of nowhere. The parking lot area has been landscaped with native deergrasses (Muhlenbergia rigens).
This is the main entry that the parking lot leads to. It's a platform that looks out over the lake.
Here's the view from that platform.
There are two additional platforms looking out over the lake: one looking from the north side and one looking from the south side. The actual lakeshore is fenced off, so the only places you can go are along the gravel path between the three platforms. Other than the three platforms and the gravel path between them, and I guess a bench or two in the parking lot, there's really nowhere to go in this field. The main value is for birdwatchers who can use the platforms to watch waterfowl.
Here is a view from the south platform.
Here is a view from the north platform that shows more of the shore. You can also see here that there is a chain-link fence between the gravel path and all the plant life along the lakeshore. The gates in the chain-link fence are padlocked closed.
Here's a panoramic view from the south platform.
And here's a panoramic view from the north platform.
There were rather a lot of mockingbirds hanging around. This one let me get relatively close so I could photograph it. This is a northern mockingbird (Mimus polyglottos).
There were some native plants to be seen, poking through or above the fence line, or visible from the platforms. Here's a box elder (Acer negundo).
Here's a big saltbush (Atriplex lentiformis).
There was a lot mulefat (Baccharis salicifolia) both around and actually in the lake.
This was the largest Mojave buckwheat (Eriogonum fasciculatum) I've ever seen. I guess the chain-link fence is helping prop it up so it can reach higher than it otherwise would.
This is a rather small coffeeberry (Frangula californica).
This is a coastal gumplant (Grindelia stricta).
This is a Pacific blackberry (Rubus ursinus).
This is a willow. I think it's Goodding's black willow (Salix gooddingii).
And this here is the only actual annual wildflower I saw there. It's blow wives (Achyrachaena mollis).
To the north of the fenced-off lake that had platforms around it was a fenced-off field that had a sort of additional lake in the middle, but shallower than the fenced-off lake. It was more of a very deep vernal pool or a very shallow, seasonal lake. There was no access at all to this area, not even a platform. This was the extremely precious wildflower habitat, one of the only remaining places where some endangered annual wildflowers still survive. And in a way, I'm glad that that they've fenced it off, to reduce the chances of people carelessly trampling the habitat. But I'm also sad that this is necessary, sad that people can't be trusted to appreciate habitat like this and take good care of it without being threatened with prosecution.
I do have a very good zoom lens on my camera, but not nearly a good enough one to identify wildflowers as far away as these were. (The tiny yellow dots in the grass.) I did get a decent photograph of a Canada goose, though, by photographing over the top of the barbed-wire fence with my zoom lens at maximum extension. The Canada goose was close enough that it could see the wildflowers.
And then I went back to Barry's house and worked on the native plant garden there some more!