I mentioned early spring blooming weeds the other day, and here are the white ones at the feet of these mini-daffodils. Note the petals are in pairs, or maybe that’s just my imagination.
The other early-blooming tiny weed I’m thinking about is pale blue, and maybe I’ll get a photo tomorrow. We can hope, haha.
Raindrops from last night’s precip lasted through the day…in a few places.
Look near the crossed wires and you’ll see a small flock of sandhill cranes. These were much lower than the group I saw the other day. I suspect this group was looking for a place to stop overnight to rest and feed—central Atlanta is a poor choice for that…keep heading north, birds!
Evidence that film shoots are once again outside the studio….
And, yes, the family of the stinkhorns in the scientific classification system is Phallaceae. Hard to put one over on taxonomic specialists.
For several days, I heard that today would be rainy. I anticipated that I would find that a bit of a downer when the grey arrived. Turned out, yay!, didn’t bother me. I even walked in the mist ☔︎ that hung around into the afternoon. In shorts.
Yesterday—wait, no, the day before, I noticed the first early-blooming weeds in flower mode…and, yup, today I heard pollen count info on the morning news. So, pollen-count info should be added to yesterday’s list of evidence that the seasons are changing.
This is a hot-pink fringetree bloom…fringetrees are in the Olive family (Oleaceae), typically with white blooms.
1. The days are noticeably longer—and the nights are shorter.
2. I practiced shadow-walking for the first time this year (sunshine avoidance—too hot!). This was rather tricky as nothing’s leafed out.
3. I heard sandhills overhead for over two minutes. They were very high, and I couldn’t see them, but I could hear their distinctive calls for long enough to suggest a large flock migrating.
No flaw in today’s weather whatsoever.
Might not have been so happy if I had to pick crocus stigmas, such teeeeny little things!
Here’s the moon doing its daytime thing. Speaking of daytime, I can tell the days are longer than they were. Loving it.
Seems tacky to note that with a half-million Americans dead who were alive a year ago, killed by the Covid, the vaccine distribution is ramping up, and this is a light…(no tunnel illustration, just a light…artsy is sometimes fartsy).
Always glad to see crepe myrtles that haven’t been butchered, with many sunward-bound branches/withes. Quite enjoy the gnarly quality of the limbs.
Don’t know the story of the practice of drastic trimming…but, ouch. [Speaking for the plants.]
We skated through The Time of the Polar Vortex, because we had no polar and no vortex. We had some cold, yeah, but mild cold, not polar cold. Here’s camellia proof; the inner petals will be just fine.
Walked to the Big Park today, and found brilliant sunshine…
…and birds. Canadas (left), of course, and Muscovys (right, bathing). In the middle, an anhinga, I think. Didn’t have binocs.
Tried to take my fav-oh-rite trail: closed. Must be a maintenance problem (perhaps a washout?); can’t be a Covid limitation…. Discarded jacket probably is from volunteer out of frame to left removing invasive species (my guess).