A is for aster. Aster used to be the genus for these, er, asters that now are apparently in the genus Eurybia. So much for my nomenclature knowledge anymore. I’m a taxonomic has-been.
Since the advent of DNA sleuthing, genera are being pulled apart all across the (formerly known) animal kingdom. The whole notion of species seems in a state of flux.
And it doesn’t seem to have disturbed this trail wildflowers one little bit, thogh I see some of the individual flowers are blurred by the breeze that day. [click to enlarge]
OTOH, the setting where these are growing is far from undisturbed–at least by the maintenance crews that used to keep Blue Ridge Parkway clearings from becoming monoculture displays of invasives.
Come, the Sequester. Come oriental bittersweet; tree of heaven; and at Smartview Campground, acres and acres of solid wingstem, far as the eye can see.
I was happy to discover that bees do visit wingstem, and don’t know if the small numbers of them reflects their taste for this plant’s offerings or their declining numbers due to honeybee disease and stress.