Wildflowers are the ultimate survivors
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Marie Narlock
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Watching Marin’s hillsides and valleys light up with springtime wildflowers is a visual delight — a farewell to winter and a harbinger of warmer, colorful days ahead. California is among of the most floristically diverse regions of the world, and Marin is no exception. Thanks to our abundant, protected open space, temperate climate, and varied topography, we can witness firsthand the profound beauty of spring’s most alluring flowers.
But before you button up your lederhosen and head for the hills, let’s take a closer look at why witnessing wildflowers is more significant than it appears.
Native Americans have called California home for 10,000 years. For most of this time they subsisted off our treasure trove of native plants, including willows for baskets, bulbs and corms for food, and herbs for medicine. During these years the hillsides were smothered with wildflowers every spring: shocking orange poppies, milky white lilies, deep purple lupine.
Things changed when the Franciscan missionaries arrived on the scene. It wasn’t that they didn’t like wildflowers; I’m sure they did. But in addition to religion, these newcomers unwittingly brought European weeds with them. Some, primarily grasses and mustards, were used as food sources and animal forage, while others were accidentally introduced into the landscape.
By the early 1800s there were more livestock than people. These animals grazed on the exotic weeds and then cruised around fence-free, spreading seeds for generations to come. Botanists first realized the problem at the turn of the 20th century, when European grasses began their unstoppable march across California. By the 1920s it was game over.
Weedy, non-native grasses are horticultural thugs. They may cause us to wax poetic as they turn green when it rains, but in reality they crowd out native species, including annual wildflowers, and increase the chance of fire. These invasives reduce the diversity of plants and pollinators, which has a ripple effect on air and water quality and lessens the chance of plant-based industrial and medical discoveries. As if those aren’t enough reasons to thumb our collective noses at invasive weeds, let’s not forget that they just aren’t that interesting to look at.
Which brings us to today, the cusp of spring. Given the history of their terrain, the wildflowers we see poking up are the ultimate survivors. While it may not be the blanket of color that existed a few hundred years ago, you have to take your hat off to these fighters. Today’s wildflowers have not only out-competed aggressive invaders, but also fire, floods, drought, pesticides, construction and climate change. Clearly, their delicate appearance belies a tenacious will to live.
It’s even more impressive for the rare, endemic species that grow in just one or two tiny areas. For instance, you won’t find the Tiburon mariposa lily anywhere but Ring Mountain. That’s it, folks. It’s the only place on earth where it grows. The somber-toned checker lily is another endangered flower that only grows in Marin. The threatened Tiburon Indian paintbrush only makes appearances in Marin, Napa and Santa Clara counties.
And the list goes on. Indian warriors, scytheleaf onions, leopard lilies: even their names sound intimidating. Many of these springtime guests only perform in the wild; try to cultivate them at home and you will be sorely disappointed.
But that’s what our trails are for, right? If ever there was a time to work on your yodeling skills, this could be the year. Chimney Rock, the Headlands, Olompali, Tomalas Point, Cascade Canyon, Abbotts Lagoon, the Coastal Trail: hopefully the heavy rains we’ve enjoyed this winter will turn these trails into an explosion of color in the months ahead.
There’s no denying that these welcomed annual visitors have earned our respect and admiration.