On Sunday, D. and I, both rather tired, went for a short walk in San Mateo's Sugarloaf Mountain Open Space because we happened to be relatively nearby at the time. We saw a lovely assortment of wildflowers that cheered our hearts, and I took a few pics.
The oak canopy overhead.
The little florets around plantains bring to mind halos. Or an asteroid belt.
Lupines are in bloom on the hillside.
The Creek Overlook Trail.
Indian paintbrush is a bright splash of color along the trail.
Hawksbeard is a dandelion relative.
Winter vetch, blooming in spring.
The starchy bulb of the soaproot was used by the native Ohlone Indians for soap. It was also roasted and consumed as food, and if cooked a little differently it was used as glue.
Since no one wants glue for dinner, I'll bet the Ohlone learned to become careful cooks.
Sow thistle, an invasive non-native.
Ookow is a pretty flower with a funny name (it's an Indian word).
The flowers of the wild radish change color.
Scarlet pimpernel is a real flower and not just some fictional literary dude from the French Revolution.
California buttercups are luminous vessels for sunlight piercing the forest shade.
Along Laurel Creek, an arroyo willow catkin is fluffy with tiny cottony seeds. The Ohlone utilized arroyo willows for many things. The bark was made into clothing. The twigs were made into bows and arrows, baby cradles, and baskets. The leaves and bark were chewed to relieve pain (they contain salicylic acid, the active ingredient in aspirin). These trees grow plentifully along creek banks and in dry stream beds in the foothills and in coastal scrub plant communities.
The woods along Laurel Creek.