Musings

First wisteria

I propose marking the progression of spring in increments of when the blooms of a particular species open. Wait: too complicated, too location specific, and too prone to user error [as in: too many people can’t recognize the various flowers].

Blue bells are belles

Repeated patterns can be mesmerizing. Especially if blue or purple colors are involved IMHO.

Poetic realism

Azalea

I hope this makes some kind of sense: I’d like to swim in a pool of that intense and vital pink.

Lookee there

Poorly framed, distracting background. Still…such glorious, delicate colors.

Perfect spring weather

Pollen season, but pollen vanquished (temporarily) by storms in the last twenty-four. Sunny. Not hot, yet pleasantly cool. With dogwoods in bloom.

Couch snooze

Wicked weather came through starting about midnight(ish), lasting until daylight. With wind. And more wind. Do Not Like Wind. And some rain. But, now: all is well with the weather.

Floral time measure

Azaleas on the verge of popping.

A win

I was so glad to see this azalea, all elegant and delicate. Overwhelmingly, they are more in-your-face—beautiful, yes, but more robust. In any case, I haven’t found one of these before this spring.

Cercis canadensis

It’s redbud bloom season, and I’ve had a difficult time finding blossoms at my level.

Most have been far overhead. [Artsy photo; better idea than what I managed to capture.]

Failure

As in: failure to communicate. Spaced on blogging. Apologies.