June in July

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Another installment of Name-That-Plant-Growing-in-the-Marsh:
  1. Bittersweet nightshade
  2. Eastern daisy fleabane (aster family)
  3. Some kind of lovely leaf -- who knows what this is???
  4. Daisy
  5. Creeping bellflower
  6. ?
  7. ?
  8. Some kind of grass ???
  9. Motherwort
  10. Clover
  11. ?
  12. Common mullein
  13. My boy, out in it all
Quite a few plants I couldn't identify this month, folks, so I need your help. What did I get right? What did I miss? Goodness, this world is a wild and beautiful place.

Comments

  1. shoreacresJuly 21, 2016 at 1:50 PM

    We have several nightshades. The Texas nightshade (Solanum triquetrum) is shaped like yours, but the flower is white. And your aster might be one of the fleabanes. Otherwise, I'm stumped -- although I'd love to know what that white flower with the larger blossoms is. It's a stunner!

    Happy summer to you. It's hot-hotter-really hot here, but next comes August, and then September, and then we'll cool off in October!

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  2. WildBillAugust 10, 2016 at 9:49 AM

    Third photo of leaf is hog peanut, a native woodland plant.Grass looks like reed canary grass, another native plant. Have a wonderful summer!

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  3. UnknownAugust 22, 2016 at 7:59 AM

    Loving your photos :)

    xo E
    www.holaitserica.com

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