Late morning, the rain arrived from the west, as usual and as expected.
It washed away the pollen and moved on to catkins…or maybe I’d call them catkins, but really they are some other plant part, larger than pollen.
Yes, I’ve returned to the well with this red-toned Acer palmatum. Too striking to skip.
I’ve been trying to get an in-focus fiddlehead picture for several days…this is the first! Too small to sauté. Plus, it’s in a neighbors’ front garden.