Accompanying the joy of the gift-giving season is often the stress of determining what to give.
Carrboro Town Hallâ€™s giant holiday wreath is possibly the largest one hanging in the state.
Among several little mountains scattered about the county, the tallest, at 867 feet, occupies Occoneechee Mountain State Natural Area near Hillsborough.
This is the week of big gatherings of family and friends and a time for outdoor excursions together.
Emerging from the forest interior last week, the afternoon sun was dazzling on the big tree ahead.
Exploring my favorite power line right-of-ways last Saturday, still chasing after the elusive â€œpeakâ€ of fall color, I was surprised to find colorful wildflowers following the recent frosts.
At this time of year, I poke fun at the craze to travel far and wide to view â€œpeakâ€ fall color.
Right here in the middle of persimmon season, Iâ€™m realizing that I donâ€™t remember ever seeing such a bountiful crop from our native fruit tree, Diospyros virginiana.
The book Bizarre Botanicals, by Larry Mellichamp and Paula Gross, professors of botany and horticulture at UNC-Charlotte, quietly hit bookstores last year without its deserved fanfare.
Beggar ticks, or hitchhikers, on pants legs are a sure prelude to fall.
Lichens are pioneer plants, colonizers on boulders and other bare surfaces, slowly developing layers of soil particles for the establishment of larger plant communities.
Desmodium is the genus name for beggar lice, beggar tick, tick-trefoil and whatever common name you may prefer for these common plants in the bean (pea) family.
One of my favorite native vines is passion flower, frequently called maypops and officially recognized as Passiflora incarnata.
When asked by a Flora reader some weeks ago why I did not focus on vines, I didnâ€™t realize that my response would be to become as compulsively focused as I have been lately.
This is the time of year when I let the common morning glories run freely over my yard and garden.