On the way to the farm field pics yesterday, I got distracted by the ditch.
There’s a huge variety of plants growing down there, and with the exception of milkweed (below), with its large, distinctive pods, I hardly know what any of them are.
I managed to terrify myself opening the picture below, because when you are a hysterical arachnophobe, even when you are viewing your own picture of sumac* you are apt to re-imagine its limbs as spider parts that are about to leap out of the screen and kill you.
*A “cool story, bro” moment about my struggles with the name of this plant: I know what sumac is, I’ve known what it’s called for years, having seen it growing along the road all over the region long before I ever really became interested in plants. And yet for some reason it is almost impossible for me to quickly recall the name of it when forced to. I know it starts with “S.” I even know the genus it belongs to starts with “R.” While writing this post, I sat there like a simpleton, going, “…Sycamore? No, wait. Ssss…ycamore? NO THAT IS NOT IT.”