Always graceful, The Botanist preferred the out-of-doors, and unequivocally thought food sacred. He worked his garden to perfection, growing a wide variety of produce for his family, neighbors, and friends.
We lost him today, late in the afternoon, during a spring that came unseasonably early, allowing him to watch the asparagus become pickable by mid-March (unheard of here in SoMI), and the weeds march across the garden plot, except for the strawberry bed, weeded with care by my bro several weeks back.
Note how the leaves are almost coming in….
Mid-afternoon, after the rain stopped, we watched three bunnies…frolicking…in the corner of the garden, lower right.
We discovered the ornamental pears in front of East Lansing’s former Post Office are just gorgeous (do I use that word too frequently? and indiscriminately?).
Does it all come down to light? Is light the essence of visual aesthetics?
Is light it?
The promised frost did hit our piece of the planet earth in the wee hours, and I’ll be having translucent asparagus with lunch, since I didn’t get them picked yesterday. The color was just gorgeous as the sun shone through the stem. Little guys, like the one on the right, and pencil-thin specimens, like the one on the left, made it through okay.
We are warned to expect frost tonight. Blossoms are rather susceptible; we’ll see how this peach fares—although the Botanist says the peaches this tree produces aren’t worth it.
I’m sorry; gotta go. I see the asparagus patch needs picking again….
On the 16th, just nine days ago (if my math is right), the greenery on this lilac were little leaf-nubbins. Today, the bloom-spikes are ready to roll!
Is this Tar-zhay’s answer to the latest high color contrast ad campaign by JCP?
Oooh. Snuck away and had lunch out with my Sweetie. (Ah, blessed respite.) A colorful sushi lunch….
Rainy day, yet the blooms still glimmer, even at dusk.
Can it still be March? Calendar says yes. Trees say: pay attention to the jet stream, weather.
I say, I’m on the threshold of being here a month, and I do not think today’s events brought me closer to exiting. Cross your fingers that blood transfusions and antibiotics turn things around quickly (I am).