Sunday, 5 April 2020
We’re still in the azalea season…glorious! Especially the big blooms like this.
This is the earliest rhododendron bud I’ve spotted opening. Of course, my dataset is very local and small geographically. Still, it is a dataset.
Saturday, 4 April 2020
Composition probably would be better without being so close, but the bloom’s surroundings were un-aesthetic. Visual version of poetic license.
All the photos I took yesterday of this insect were out of focus, as were the rest from today. I score!
Pretty sure this is a variety/species of viburnum. Not that it matters…those yellow globules-on-a-stalk are just so darned lovely. Name not needed!
Friday, 3 April 2020
I don’t usually get a glimpse of crepe myrtle heartwood; normally, it’s just clothed in the elegant beige-toned “skin” layer.
I inspected this entire fence, and couldn’t figure out an angle to juxtapose a rosebud with a finial. Keeping that goal for the future….
I don’t know what maintenance this truck is specialized for, but it reeked of chlorine. Maybe attending pools?
Thursday, 2 April 2020
Most often I present photos in the order taken. Sometimes I change the order to better fit the “story” I develop.
Sometimes I just throw ’em at the wall…as it were…no order.
So this trio is tree-branch-shadows, cat-mailbox-with-bow, and flowers. The tree is crepe myrtle, not yet leafed out. The cat looks like a paint-by-number home project…and endearing, with lovely whiskers; the bow…flamboyant…and mysterious. The flowers…hmm, some kind of ornamental super-flowery lavender?…friend to bees today….
Wednesday, 1 April 2020
Beribboned cherub. Welcome, April. We’ll see what this month brings…and I say that from the unprecedented perspective of these Interesting Times. Interesting and chaotic. Also rather quiet.
Ferns. With red azalea neighbors across the street.
Weed wall. The old definition of weed. Spring weeds, these are; the ones that come in the first flush of spring growth.
Just saw the March statistics from my activity device: 115.3 miles…just from “activities,” not from generic footsteps. Footfalls totaled 420,197, if you’re curious. Foot is doing sooooooo well!
Tuesday, 31 March 2020
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.
Monday, 30 March 2020
Proof of pollen and scattered raindrops. We should have real rain tomorrow.
Dogwood splendor.
Garden beauty.
Beemer update: still no wheels/tires…now with cover.
Evidence of tree-spring.
Sunday, 29 March 2020
I had it wrong yesterday; those were small trees, and this is a shrub. That is, if you use the definition: if you can walk under it standing upright, it’s a tree; if not, it’s a shrub.
Probably another shrub. Invasive? Yes yes yes. Common name: Japanese honeysuckle. Note the dusting (clots and clusters, truthfully) of pollen, probably from nearby pines mostly, on the leaves.
Saturday, 28 March 2020
First pink dogwood I’ve noticed. As I recall, they often come after the white ones.
Leafing-out redbud…a very red-leaved redbud.
Fancy azalea, with less compact plant/branches, and longer blossoms. And, today, with leaves.
Story photo: evidence of serious weekend mechanic-ing—all tires off to the shop—looks like, to improve the car’s racing form.
Wednesday, 25 March 2020
One more last-bulb-blooms shot….
Emergent leaves…and that means shadows…yay—perfect timing for the high-in-the-80s expected at the end of the week.
Dogwood’s is a scene-stealer at this free-library-with-reading-bench.
Interesting genetics.
For a palate cleanser (currrent events, ya know), we just watched a couple of “Republic of Doyle” episodes. Comedy in Newfoundland.