Tuesday, 24 March 2020
So much rain that spring petals washed downstream….
Around the corner: wisteria!
Later I found this delicate iris—shape contrasts to the usual bulkier ones….
Of course, that title phrase is not original…just saying I find flowers relaxing, which is meditative (literal meaning of the Japanese word).
Monday, 23 March 2020
MaNachur is rolling out the green!
I’m calling this a soft hot-pink.
There’s some of that green! Acer palmatum. Native to Asia.
Sunday, 22 March 2020
Unusual white redbud. Some blossoms have a pinkish tinge or veins.
Looks like sassafras!
Meadow-style presentation.
Lovely. Name unknown to me.
Saturday, 21 March 2020
More dogwoods in bloom!
More pollen. And evidence we had overnight precip.
More iris.
Friday, 20 March 2020
First blooming dogwood this year…in my little world. Redbuds are still in bloom, but this is evidence that the season is moving along. Also, spring is now with us according to the stars.
Still life. Moss and a dropped yellow jasmine (aka jessamine) trumpet. Or trumpet-let.
That’s some red!
Dramatic iris. Iri? Is that the plural?
Thursday, 19 March 2020
Glory days of redbuds.
Redbuds little friends.
Butterfly admonition: stay healthy.
In triplicate. Squared. Over and over.
Wednesday, 18 March 2020
Is that code for social distancing? Hmm; now that you mention it…. [Moon is at very center of this photo and difficult to spot…just before sunrise.]
Super hyper-petalled blooms…cherries, I think.
Atlanta’s famous BeltLine is an urban rails-to-trails conversion. Here’s a former RR bridge, now a foot-bridge. Graffiti does not discriminate.
Lingering bulbs.
Opening oakleaf hydrangea cluster, with a centrally located flying seed.
Tuesday, 17 March 2020
The redbuds are opening! Strange and lovely photo, rather by accident.
I found it like an unusual Sunday afternoon: light traffic, considerable dog-walking, people playing with little kids outdoors, older kids playing on their own (shooting hoops, low-energy skateboarding)—much more than I typically see.
This Ford (aka “Dorf”) is moldering in old age; I can sympathize in this time of ‘rona.
Friday, 13 March 2020
Focusing on local not global, today’s big news was some branch and tree removal. Not big trees, mind you, but smallish shoots and suckers and whatever. Most important were troublesome branches something like twenty feet up, which is more than a ladder task and a weekend chore.
I took this to illustrate the dots of tree pollen, but it became something else. Which is fine. This is the hood of a Mercedes sports car ($$$$)…behind an historic apartment building.
The name of this shrub is unknown to me. On this stretch of street, its scent obscured the fragrant Malus, and some Malus trees offered a scent that had a fungal backnote I didn’t detect yesterday.
