herbarium

Because “Aster” Was Too Easy To Spell

Sigyn and I have accompanied the human female to the herbarium again. She has finished her labors with the difficult genus Solidago (goldenrods) and has turned her attention to Symphyotrichum, another large and difficult genus.

For the 99.9999% of the world that does not speak (or care about) botanese, these are the plants known as Asters. Formerly, these plants were in the genus Aster, but someone decided that was too easy to spell and to pronounce and that it would be much, much better to come up with a name that was less accessible to the unwashed masses. (Whether professional botanists are more washed is up for debate. They do spend a lot of time playing in the dirt.)

Many of the Asters in this part of Midgard are perennials with narrow leaves and white flower heads. Sorting them out can be tricky. I suspect that most botanists don’t even try to tell them apart. Instead, they view each herbarium sheet and each newly described species with a carefully-practiced Thoughtful Look and a non-committal, “Ah, yes. Quite so.” No one wants to admit that they really have no clue. This is how names such as “Symphyotrichum oolentangiense*” arise and go unchallenged.

Today the human female is checking all of the specimens of Heath Aster, Symphyotrichum ericoides (literally, “the Symphyotrichum that looks like a heather”, since Erica is the slanty name for some types of heather) to see if they are correctly identified.

This one is actually fairly distinct among the white-flowered asters, since it has a multitude of closely-spaced small heads, tiny upper leaves, and “phyllaries that are tipped with a small white or clear spine.**” Whatever that means.

She has five folders of these to go through, paying close attention to make sure that no specimens of S. falcatum, which has slightly larger leaves and flower heads, have crept in. Just to keep her humble, I’m going to do a little magical mischief and make sure that a good few have characters that are midway between the two.

Eehehehehe! She found another one of my little jokes.

Not only is this NOT S. ericoides, it’s not even a Symphyotrichum! It wasn’t collected in the area that the Big Book of Boring Botany (BBBB) is meant to cover, so she could just forget about it, but because she is who she is, it is going to eat at her and eat at her until she figures out what it actually is.

See how easy it is to derail a work session in the herbarium? The specimen is from far west Texas, an area she’s more than passing familiar with, but the specimen is so old and brittle that a thorough dissection isn’t really possible. It’s not even certain what the original flower color was. It’s yellow now, but what was it originally? And how did it end up in the S. ericoides folder?

Ah. That’s how. The label says Leucelene ericoides and someone at some point just assumed that was the same as Aster ericoides, now Symphyotrichum ericoides. But again what should it be?

Oh, now, human female this is cheating! She has summoned up a website that has data and images for thousands and thousands of herbarium specimens. Since this one was collected by a fairly famous botanist, there’s a good chance that there is a duplicate specimen out there that might be correctly identified. Hmm. Looks like there are several that were databased as, you guessed it, Leucelene ericoides, but that is no help. Oh! No, wait! Here’s an image of one that was annotated to Chaetopappa ericoides. She says that makes more sense, since Chaetopappa is a valid genus and C. ericoides a valid species.

Checking the local herbarium database, it looks like there are some in the collection.

This folder has all species of Chaetopappa except C. asteroides, C. bellidifolia, and C. effusa, so they should be in here.

Great Frigga’s Hairpins!

This is one that the human female collected! Shame on you, woman, for not recognizing it at once!

And look over here! Just to make your day a little more complicated, here’s another whole folder, one that is just C. ericoides.

Now you’ll have to assemble them all into this solely-ericoides folder and add “ericoides” to the list of species not in the “everything but” folder. And because you’re you, you’re going to have to look through all of them and make sure the identifications and names are up to date!

Ha! Look at this one. What a runt.

Hmm. Looks like the great botany god Lloyd Shinners used the name Leucelene ericoides for this specimen as well. It’s not like him to have made an error. Perhaps Leucelene is merely an older name for Chaetopappa?

And what about the ones like this that were labeled Aster leucelene? And where does Aster pilosus from the Shinners-annotated sheet figure in? Was that a misidentification, or is it a another synonym? I do love to watch her pointy little head spin around! Time to consult the U.S. Department of Agriculture’s PLANTS Database of plant names, classifications, and distributions.

Hmm. That can’t be right. It’s an open public resource! Better try again.

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Ehehehe! Human female, what did you do to get yourself banned?! Try it again. Perhaps the third time is the charm.

And there is the shiny cherry on the sweet mischief sundae! Not only can you not look it up, you can’t ask anyone else to do it for you!

What? You’ve run out of time today, with two folders of Symphyotrichum ericoides left to check? Tsk, tsk. Looks like you’ll have to pack everything up and come back another day, won’t you? By then I will have a completely new rabbit hole for you to stumble into.

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*There’s actually nothing wrong with the epithet “oolentangiense”, which refers to the Olentangy/Oolentangy River in Ohio. It just looks silly.

**And because I’m a right b@st@rd, you can be sure that not all the phyllaries will be spine-tipped. Maybe just one on each head. Or every other head…

Back to the Herbarium, Part II: Making Messy Mischief Makes Me Merry

In the end, I decided that NOT deleting the herbarium database was the way to go.  If I deleted the whole thing, most likely she’d give up and abandon the project, not wanting to re-enter upwards of 200,000 records one by one.  And then what fun could I have wreaking merry havoc in the collection?  No.  I don’t want her slumped on the sofa in despair—I want her here, squinting through the microscope, pulling her hair out, and swearing in ways that would make Volstagg blush!

Let’s see if she can find all the mischief I’ve left in her path today…

Today she is working on GaillardiaGaillardia is not nearly as confusing as Eupatorium.  For starters, there are just fewer of them, and the parts are big and showy–so it should be quick work to sort them all out, yes?

First up is what to do with the handful specimens identified as G. winkleri.  That name isn’t anywhere in the modern references!  I saw to it that whoever filed them and put them in the database originally just treated them as Gaillardia sp.

Let’s see how long she spends trying to sort it out:

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Rats!  The human female has done some googling and quickly discovered that this was a name used for pink-flowered varieties of Gaillardia aestivalis.

I guess this one with the typo won’t slow her down then, either.

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If I can’t trip her up with old synonyms, maybe I can just give her a headache with mysteries.

Such as what THIS thing is.

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With no roots, no leaves, and poorly-pressed flower heads half-eaten by the little beetles I sprinkled in the cabinet, there isn’t much to go on.  G. aristata shouldn’t be anywhere near Bee County, but she can’t prove or disprove anything from the specimen.  It’ll just eat at her.  Slowly…

Well, human, maybe you can figure out what this correctly-determined sheet of Gaillardia pulchella was doing in one of the “unidentified Gaillardia” folders?

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AND databased as “Gaillardia sp.” to boot?

Or why this flowerless, unkeyable sheet of what may actually BE Gutierrezia texana…

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was ALSO databased and filed as “Gaillardia sp.”?

There!  There’s the baffled, completely beaten, slump-shouldered mortal I know and loathe.

Good work today, Loki, if I do say so myself!

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Back to the Herbarium, Part I: Eupatorium is a MESS

Travel and work restrictions have been relaxed just a bit here, so the human female has lost no time in going back out to the herbarium to do whatever it is she does with plants.  She SAYS she’s working on a book, but from what I’ve seen, someone else is doing the writing and she’s just making incomprehensible scribbles on the manuscript with a red pen.

Sigyn and I are with her today.  How far has she gotten in checking the herbarium sheets against the database and the manuscript?

E.  She’s only made it as far as E?!

To be fair, I’ve heard that Eupatorium IS a morphological and nomenclatural quagmire.  She’s got a lot to sort out.

Apparently, E. glaucescens is E. semiserratum now.

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Tch!  Botanists.  They like to change names around just to sound smart and to confuse people.

Hmm.  Here’s a sheet she annotated back in 1994.

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And the person who wrote the treatment of the genus for the Flora of North America mostly agreed with her!  Well, except that var. lancifolium has been raised to be its own species now.  And see that erasing right above the 2004 annotation?  That’s the human female thinking they’d both been wrong and that it was actually something else, and then changing her mind.  This is why she often does her annotations in pencil, so she can remove them and not look stupid if she was wrong.

The species in the southeastern U.S. can be very similar.

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She says this one is E. leucolepis because the leaves are folded along the midrib and widely spaced.  Also, “the phyllaries are acuminate.”  Whatever THAT means.

She’s annotated this one, too.

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So let me get this straight.  The first one IS E. semiserratum but this one ISN’T?  Honestly, woman, I think it probably only matters to another Eupatorium

Here’s another one:

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Idunn’s little apples!  This is the one!  I recognize this!  It’s the tall, weedy thing I’ve been scattering seeds for all over the human female’s flower beds and lawn!  It goes all poofy in the fall and one plant soon becomes hundreds!  She’s spent countless hours yanking it up.  It feels good to finally have a name for my mischief!

She’s been at this for hours now, and she’s carefully recorded all the changes in green in the giant, many-thousand-rowed spreadsheet that keeps track of it all.  It would be a shame if anyone, say, accidentally…

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poked this delete button and made it all disappear

Will I?  Won’t I?   Time will tell.

Time will tell.

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Aaauugghhh! He’s everywhere!

The human female is out at the big metal building all full of dead plants again.  Recently, she’s been going through the cabinet full of “historical specimens.”  These are the superannuated sheets, all collected before 1880.

Largely, these specimens area already in the database, but if they’re not, she’s having to make entries for them: Family, genus, specific epithet, locality, date, collector, etc.   All of these old labels are hand-written, and deciphering the poor penmanship can take just as long as typing it all in.

This is the label for what appears to be the oldest specimen in the collection.

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Look at that!  Do you see how some of S’s are written like F’s?  This sheet is databased as having been collected in “Valois, France.”  But was it really?

Great Frigga’s corset!  The human female with a mystery to solve is like a terrier with a pork chop bone.  She’s hitting the internet, doing some research and availing herself of  an online translating app.

(later) She thinks she’s figured it out.   The plant was collected by Jacques Gay.  It is Festuca valesiaca Gaudin.  The rest of the label says, “April, 1805.  It is common nearly all over Valais.  We have found it near Zermatt in 1809.  It grows also in Lausanne, in the territory of St. Sulpice (1809).”  So it’s from the canton of Valais, Switzerland, not France!  This makes sense, since ol’ Jaques was Swiss.

Math time!  If it took her half an hour to figure all of that out and there are hundreds of plants in this cabinet, what is the likelihood of my getting home to my beloved Sigyn some time this decade?

When I come to rule this realm, there will be just one country, with MY name on it, which will save so much trouble.

Next up:  this scrawny grass specimen.

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There’s not as much writing on this one, and part of the information is printed, so perhaps it won’t take so long.

Let’s see…  Aristida ramosissima Engelmann.   That was easy.   “Leg.” is short for the Latin for “collected by,” so George Vasey was the collector, some time in 1862.  And where’s it from?

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Aaauugghhh!  Seriously?  Some idiot named a Midgardian town after my horrible father?!  Everywhere I go, it’s my stupid family.  If it isn’t someone’s ridiculous visage, it’s their loathsome name.  Am I to be allowed no peace?

That’s it, female.   You are done for the evening.  Take me home.

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P. S.   Valais is famous for these creatures.  I think I know what Sigyn is getting for her next birthday.

 

Hard at Work in the Herbarium, Part II: Keeping Chaos at Bay

The human female has turned her eye to another set of vouchers, these collected over several years by an entomologist acquaintance.

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Uh, oh.  Things are sticking out of the plant press.  That’s never a good sign.  It means the plants might be too big for mounting. And the papers are funny sizes.  Still, there might be botanical treasures in there.  Nothing for it, human, but to dig in and come up with some determinations.

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On the other hand, since this entomologist has been collecting the food plants of a certain family of tiny, leaf-nibbling beetles, the plants might all be as ratty as this one.  Let’s see–dead, flat, dry, rootless, sterile, chewed into a doily, and Very important!  The challenge should do the human female good.  (Keeps her humble.)

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Wait!  No fair!  This is a lovely specimen, and it keys right out to Sweetleaf with no trouble at all.  This is supposed to be hard!  The specimens are supposed to be old and brittle!  It’s supposed to take all night to identify them, with the human female feeling more and more inadequate to the job with each passing hour.  She’s supposed to leave feeling as if she’s hardly made a dent in setting things to rights.  Where is the vague self-loathing I was counting on?

Bah!  I shall have to amuse myself by leading her on a wild gooseweed chase.  Let me see… If she keys out a plant and then compares it to the filed specimens for verification, but then notices that one of the plants in the folder is grossly misidentified, she will have to hit “pause” on her identification streak and take the time to key out and annotate the offending specimen, update the record in the database, and then re-file it.

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Or–I know! I can rig things so that there is not already a folder for the new identification!  She will have to cross to the other side of this enormous room and write the genus name on the “Herbarium slave volunteer, please letter a folder” list.  Oh!  Or maybe she’ll notice that the formal name for this species has been recently changed (to reflect Science, you see) and she’ll need to annotate a whole folder’s worth of sheets and correct the electronic records.  Or she’ll be unable to locate the folder that should be right here between Lespedeza species A-E and Lespedeza species M-P and she’ll spend twenty minutes trying to figure out how it might have been mis-filed.  And while she’s doing that, she’ll discover a sheet from Switzerland that someone (for some unfathomable reason) databased as African, and she’ll have to hunt down the Europe folder for that species and find there isn’t one and have to traipse back across the facility to put another request on the make-a-folder list, and then update the database, stopping to consult various online mapamundi and gazetteers to try to figure out what canton of Switzerland the specimen is from, as well some other reference work to remind herself of the ISO 3-letter code for Switzerland, which is, of course, not SWI nor even SWZ.

And then I can lead her to stumble over an actual sheet of one of the plants she and Sigyn were looking at in that old wildflower bookSilene cucubalus.

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I figure I can lead her around by the nose all night, so that by the time she drags herself home, tired and dissatisfied with her progress, when the human male asks her how many identifications she was able to get through, she’ll just have to sigh and say, “two.”

She really ought to learn to leave me at home.

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At the Herbarium, Part II: Sticky, Inky, and Yellowing

As she has amply demonstrated, Sigyn knows how to mount plants. The people who work here do it in much the same fashion. Sigyn wants to help. Some specimens are already laid out, ready for glue.

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My sweet, where do you want this weight? And don’t you think it looks as if someone is trying to put a multitude of different grasses on the same sheet? That sheet in the background has even more different kinds. And shouldn’t there be a label? Sigyn, your specimens were nicer.

What’s going on over on that other table? What does this mechanical lobster-ish thingummy do?

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Oh, I see now–this is a scribing/transcribing tool for doing neat lettering. The pointy stylus goes in the letter groove, the peg foot goes in the track, and under the little knobby bit is an ink reservoir. I like this little device–anything that has a stabby bit and can make inky blots all over folders, fingers, and clothes is a fine bit of mischief indeed!

Nearby is a stack of specimens that have already been mounted. Hmm. What have we here? Great Frigga’s Hairpins! Sigyn–look at the date on this one!

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Do you see how old it is?! 1853! This fragile old paper is yellowing and a little brittle. If I’m reading the human scrawl correctly, someone named V. Hayden collected it and said it was “Spurtrina cynosuroidy” from near place called “Fost Bcrtholesquiggle.” At some point more recently, another botanist amended the label to read “S. pectinata.” This lends credence to the theory that taxonomists just like to change nomenclature around to mess with people’s heads.

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At the Herbarium, Part I: UFFOs (Unidentified Flat Floral Objects)

My beloved and I have accompanied the human female to a place she calls the "Herbarium." At first, I thought this was going to be a place of herbs, sweetly fragrant with thyme, rosemary, and pipperjoy (which is grown in Asgard but is very uncommon on Midgard). Sadly, no. Remember all the plants we collected and smashed? This is where they ultimately end up.

There is evidently some identification work to be done today. Much as she would like to think she knows every plant out there, she so very much doesn’t. When collectors send plants they do not know the names of, the human female has to sit down and figure out what they are.

Ah. Number 533. I can tell you what this is. It’s a lump of green stuff.

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The human female says part of it is a liverwort. Truly? That’s the best name you can make up? The bit with actual oblong leaves is…. something different.

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She thinks it might be a species of Callitriche, but since the sample doesn’t have any fruit, she can’t be sure. That is a very good "out", blaming the identification failure on the plant and not her failing acumen. Poor old Number 533 may just have to remain unidentified.

This one is much less tiresome. It has nice, big, colorful parts.

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Sigyn quite likes the red-seeded fruit. Euonymus atropurpurea var. atropurpurea. Otherwise known as Burningbush or Eastern Wahoo. Who NAMES these things?!

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Sigyn, come out of those papers before you get folded away, boxed up, and left behind!

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