The camas meadow swaying in the spring breeze is like no other. Suddenly I’m walking in a fairytale instead of strolling in a Victoria park. Has my mind gone wild? Could I ever have come up with a dream so lovely? No. It must be real.
No gardener created this scene either. This is Nature’s beauty.
Camas meadows have flourished on South Vancouver Island longer than memory reaches into the past. The southern slope of Beacon Hill has been a camas meadow for centuries. It’s probably one of the key reasons its preserved as a park today. The same goes for the gary oak meadows of Mt. Tolmie park. At this time of year they’re magical places.
Early peoples saw more than beauty in the camas; they saw food. I wonder who it was to first realise the bulbs are delicious?
Perhaps she had gardening tendencies like mine; seeing a lovely flower automatically triggers an urge to have that flower in my own garden. (I’m known to dig up plants from roadsides.)
Before we moved from the Cedar Hill to the Richmond house, I dug up as many camas as I could. The gary oak meadow in the backyard was a great natural source for them, but the digging wasn’t so easy.
When I was able to dig deep enough, I often found the bulb tucked securely in a tight rocky crevice. Un-obtainable! I did manage to get a good number of bulbs (perhaps 2 dozen), but there was no risk over-harvesting that hillside.
There was certainly more risk of starvation, if camas had been my only sustenance. A good deal of effort for a very small reward. That gardener from long ago must’ve had more ingenuity than I have.
Apparently she figured out a method that includes burning the meadow first. (???) Perhaps that was a way of cooking the camas in the process? By the time she got one out of the ground it was already transformed into a sweet treat? I just can’t figure it….
Happily for me, after all my sweat equity, I now enjoy blooming borders.
It times out nicely. When the foliage of the spring bulbs die back, the daylily takes over for the summer. And from all that bounty, it’s only the later that the deer like to feast on. :-)
© SVSeekins and Garden Variety Life, 2013
P.S. Here’s some other meadow faves: