Along one of these, I stopped to walk in the sunshine. When I stepped out of the car, I was immediately aware of scents; baking wood, a perfume reminiscent of pineapple weed, the tangy aroma of pine, dry grass. Birds chattered and piped in the bushes, unseen. Far in the distance I could hear the rattle of a helicopter; other than that, there was no sign of other humans.
|Nobody's been along here for a while.|
|A wider section of road, with oceanspray, Holodiscus discolor.|
|Flower cluster, with ant. The flowers turn brown and stay on the shrub over winter.|
|Insect gall on ground-level plant, unidentified.|
|Great mullein, Verbascum thapsus. The flowers are yellow, but few were out yet. The leaves feel like fine suede.|
|Thistle. Bull thistle, Cirisium vulgare, I think. Those spines are wicked!|
|Zooming in. Branch with unidentified beetles. Or bugs.|
|Distressed beaked stump-critter. In thicket of bracken, fireweed, native blackberry, salal and thimbleberry.|
I picked a cluster of vanilla leaf to take home. It's drying now beside my door; I can find it by the scent, even with the lights off.
|Vanilla leaf, Achlys triphylla.|
Fresh leaves have little or no fragrance, but if left hanging from a nail or drying in a basket, before long their sweet odour will lightly drift though the room. Even a scant three or four leaves can perfume an entire room for several weeks. (From BCLiving)
They say the scent repels mosquitoes, too.