Musings

Deception

Early this evening I looked out the window and was awash in the feeling that I could tell the days were longer. Then I thought about it. Nope; well, a little. Mostly, I was noticing the apparent longer days from the time change.

Details, details

Most of the bulbs are finished blooming. Today I found several flourishing patches of alyssum. Mmmm.

Ah, however, the deep knowledge of the internet says this is commonly called sweet alyssum, if I have it right, but the taxonomists now put it in a related genus these days (Lobularia), so it, taxonomically, has a foot (root?) in two camps.

Non-scientific summary

Redbud buds

I did another blooming check (early? late? same?), and with spotty data over the last few years, I’d say “about the same.”

Comparison

It occurred to me the other day that I could look at previous years and see where the spring blooming was. This is 17 years ago, and we’re at about the same point, maybe a day or two behind.

Nothing earthshaking

The azaleas are coming! The azaleas are coming!

[cheers, and another wave of cheers]

Up and down

This is definitely the story of the day. I heard sandhills above, and I looked and there they were! Last week, I heard, but never spotted them. It was a bit of a let-down to not see them. Today was much better.

Also, here’re some earthbound beauties.

Do not autocorrect to antlers

Sometimes light is pure magic…I’m especially loving the detail of the shadows of the anthers.

Exposure control…where?

Cherry blossom cloud…with too much sky-brilliance….

I’m story-less

I spotted this squirrel when he/she was in a much better pose, but by the time I got in photographer mode, this was the offering. You can tell it’s a squirrel, not much more.

No story here.

Instead, I’m offering a deciduous magnolia bloom. A version of the usual…. No story here, either.

Oak above

Man in tree! Man in tree!

This is the huge oak in the neighbors’ yard that looms over a half-dozen houses, including ours. A small crew took down a few scraggly limbs, chipped them (brrrrrrrBRRRRRR), cleaned up, and took off.

The oak still looms, and I will still fuss when it’s windy.