I found myself yesterday rocking back and forth on my heels in the land that time forgot. A land full of Sphagnum and Club Moss, in a mix of Sand and Bog where every step leaves its own water - filled impression. Where those familiar Eyelash - lined Clam Shells peek through Pine straw and Grasses, their Red Maws contrasting starkly with the off - colored winter plant bodies . The land of the Venus Flytrap, a land so Barren of soil nutrients that an Oddball Collection of Bizarre Specimens evolved to catch insects to nourish themselves with the nitrogen so necessary to sustain life. Plants that include not only the VFTS but Pitcher Plants and tiny Sundews that live unnoticed under foot. It's a World unto itself and I travel there frequently, marveling @ the wonder that is Nature right in my own backyard.
As a point of interest, patterns and textures replace the bright colors of the still active VFTS in the dehydrated pendulous flowers of a Pitcher Plant. What a bizarre world we have here with our myriad of carnivorous plants that through ingenuity and adaption have managed to survive and even thrive in this harsh environment of ours.