Musings

Illusions and facts

When I look down from my bedroom in the dark hours, this azalea looks like a snow bank.

Speaking of weather, we may hit 90°F by the end of the work-week, but next week is predicted to have days that don’t reach 60°F. Yikes.

Gravity’s art

A windy, rainy storm came through, and the trees dropped a mini-forest of green bits.

Context

This is the kind of snowballs we have around here these days. (I think it’s a kind of viburnum.)

Dogwood blooms

I found full-out dogwoods today, and had my first sighting of yellow pine pollen dried puddle rims…that is: pine pollen that’s yellow, and not (as far as I know) the pollen of yellow pines.

No swearing (in)

The other week I got a jury summons, or more precisely, a qualified summons. In our county, you call a number the night before your day, and a recorded voice says which groups are to appear the next day, and which are dismissed. My group was dismissed.

Now, I believe in jury duty and I have twice been chosen, but I was glad this time around to not have to go downtown, and perhaps wait around and not be chosen, or be chosen and have to show up for multiple days…well, there are many permutations. Instead, I woke up and yawned and didn’t have to rush around and head to the courthouse metal detector by 8:30am.

Essence of spring, red version

Look at those tender, lacy Acer palmatum leaves—truly iconic spring foliage.

Redbuds are pink. Ish.

Redbuds in bloom don’t last all that long. Right now, they are glorious, even against a middling sky.

SiA

Oops. I picked a picture, and neglected to post. Lovely scented sunshine in Athens….

Old leaves, new posey

I think I’m relapsing on adjusting to the time change, but only partly. I awaken “normal,” and fall asleep “late.”

In the pink

Valiant effort, Wee Hyacinth.