By Mary F. Willson
On a gray mid-August morning with shirt-sleeve temperatures, a friend and I went up the Spaulding Trail to visit the first meadows near the trail. Recent heavy rains had bedraggled the trailside aster and turned the fluffy tops of cotton grass into sodden mop-heads.
The flowering plants of the meadows were in all stages of their respective seasons. Sundews, both round-leaf and long-leaf, bore buds but no open flowers. Swamp gentians flowered profusely, some still in bud. A small green orchid, called the bog adder’s mouth (Malaxis paludosa), was flowering, its tiny flowering stems scarcely visible among the other plants. White bog orchids and
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