While writing my bygl-alert on Aesculus parviflora yesterday afternoon, Joe Boggs was sending me photos: his latest bottlebrush buckeye beauties. I opened the message, and above and below are those images.
Glorious fall!
As Bob Dylan sings-
“Well my heart's in The Highlands wherever I roam
That's where I'll be when I get called home
The wind it whispers to the buckeye trees of rhyme”
The third of the Boggsian Pics
Anon do I reply/The time now it is nigh/Autumn leaves shall soon fly/for the victorious -Buckeyes
Finally, while in Pennsylvania recently, at the State Pen…(er, or was it Penn State), OSU Secrest Arboretoids sampled some of their pawpaw fruits, callously lying on the ground, unharvested, and enjoyed, nay you might say ravaged, their tribute to the Ohio State Native Fruit. Go Buckeyes!
