What Arum palaestina taught me about ancestral memory.

My 12-year-old son and I were hiking with some friends at Big Sur Land Trust‘s Marks Ranch when TJ fell back from our group. I found him squatting next to a cluster of what looked like lily leaves – broad, veiny sheaths opened flat to the sun. Among them was a solitary flower in bloom, a singular aubergine petal elegantly wrapped around a tall, thick stamen.

My kid was peering into a translucent pitcher at the base of the flower. Tiny flies bumbled around inside the chartreuse chamber under a formidable ring of purple spines. TJ theorized this was a carnivorous plant. I was pretty sure it was a lily, and not carnivorous. My friends puzzled over it too, and I promised to find answers. As a former environmental journalist, I love a good plant mystery.

Arum palaestina flower only once per year, when they lure flies into their chamber and trap them. The flies are released the next day as the flower withers.
An Arum palaestina flower blooms in a patch of lily leaves.

Later, with help from iNaturalist, I identified it as Palestine arum (Arum palaestina), aka Solomon’s lily, black calla, noo’ah loof. The flower emits a scent of rotten, fermenting fruit, luring vinegar flies (Drosophilidae) into the lily’s slippery calyx. The flies find no nectar there but are trapped by a ring of downward-pointing bristles. The lily doesn’t consume the flies; it releases them the next day – covered in pollen, which they carry to the next arum. (Thanks to Max Planck Institute for Chemical Ecology for unraveling this mystery!)

The plant encounter moved me for a few reasons. My kid and I were both partly right: It *is* a lily, and it *is* trapping the flies. What a clever design! And we were lucky to experience this particular, fleeting bloom. Palestine arums flower once per year, and only for a few hours.

The plant’s origins are a connection, too. Palestine arums are native to the Levant, where they have been used as food and medicine for millennia. My own ancestors lived among these plants. I like to think this encounter triggered some glimmer of “plantcestral remembrance” across generations (a concept explored in Layla K. Feghali’s book, The Land in Our Bones).

Have you encountered a plant that made you pause and marvel? Or one that made you feel connected to your ancestors? Tell us about it in the comments.