I found the first blooming azaleas of the year—they were super-pink and robust, and the rest of the plant’s buds are not far behind. Elsewhere, though, not even buds…. And this plant isn’t in an especially protected location, either, ah, those mystery beings, plants….
Now that tree, they rarely are larger! Love the weeping cherries! Or is it a plum? I know it’s not a pear or peach….
Apologies, Dear Reader, for the plethora of blooms lately, but ’tis the season…. I keep looking for other subjects, but sometimes they move too quickly, like the ’possum that I’ve seen in the backyard twice in the last two weeks….
We are in transition, in a blooming transition. The daffodils and their kin are finishing up. The fruit trees are full on, although a few pears are showing some leaf-green. I saw the first dogwood I’ve found that was open all over the tree—so they’re coming. Meanwhile, the petals from trees like this are beginning to become glorious drifts on the ground surface below.
I think I’ve got a vine sub-theme floating around in the back of my aesthetic brain…. This one is helping create a visual border/fence for this front garden, vertically extending the hard-scaping. Without the colorful blooms—or the green of leaves—the ropy silver stems provide the eye graceful confusion.
Vines are somewhat of a visual irregularity in the plant world. For their size, the main trunk you expect isn’t zooming straight (or nearly so) toward the sun….
Are vines rebel herbage?
Back to the ABG* because it was so darned nice out…. Plus, I love to stand under the flowering fruit trees and inhale the rich bloom-perfume, and who’s to say how many more days I can do this? (There’s rain in the forecast….)
Nevertheless, I liked this looping vine for my photo-of-the-day. I think it’s a wisteria, but it is still dormant and I did not look for a label, I was so taken by it appearing to encircle the distant doorway.
And how could I not pass along this lovely anole-in-a-succulent moment?
* Atlanta Botanical Garden, of course….
I don’t remember mentioning the quince this spring, but I’ve been enjoying the blooms for weeks, maybe almost two months. I noticed today that it still has new buds, quite a run for this modest shrub.
Have I also mentioned that merely the word quince always takes me back to my childhood neighborhood, and the quince tree in the back yard down the street? We climbed it several times, but preferred the tall pine nearby, even though we got pitch on our hands from it and not the quince. We liked getting up above the roof of the two-story house nearby.
A quick perusal of WikiPee suggests that the quince I climbed and the quince that’s blooming are only distantly related, each belonging to a different genus. The common term “quince” thus deviates from botanical taxonomy.
However, I prefer to keep these two plants I have known linked, and enjoy warm-fuzzies from memories I associate with this particular quince.
Such a great contrast to yesterday’s sunny warmth—today’s misty overcast further nourished many plants…including this lichen….
One fond harbinger of spring in my Midwestern childhood was forsythia…here it is merely one among many showier competitors….
Evergreens like this yew (e.g., Taxus, Cephalotaxus—generally the order Pinales) do the spring thing in a different way than showy, decorative flowers and ornamental fruit trees.
Beautiful spring day—BSD—and people jammed both the BotGarden and PiedPk. Cook-outs. Joggers. Kiddies playing. Babies sleeping. There were weddings and receptions, and I saw one proposal on the dock at Lake Clara Meer. I felt like a voyeur just strolling about.
The BotGarden’s featured displays these days are orchids, all indoors, of course. On today’s visit, we stuck to the outdoors (mostly), and found lovely beds of tulip-masses, some fully open and some on the cusp of opening….
We also found a few forest natives, like the toadshade/trillium sessile above. The triangular layout of leaves and petals always holds me spellbound the first few times I find Trillium species on display in the spring, because of the balanced asymmetry that creates (to me) an obvious aesthetic.
Rain today brought changes—it downed pine (and other) pollen, and it downed magnolia petals…and petals of many hues. These are a type of deciduous magnolia with far larger petals than the ones I showed the other day. This tree was so prolific that it created a veritable carpet of petal-decay, still fresh when I strolled by in the mist, but no doubt chemically shifting to the brownish hues as the night marches on.
I watched a goose-spat that got closer and closer to me. The guy-geese squabbled over the lady-goose, there in the back right. Now, why the left guy-goose was encroaching is a mystery to me, as he had his own lady-goose (not shown).
I also watched the GBH* fish for a bit, but s/he didn’t linger, I think because of the HDC.
* GBH = great blue heron; HDC = high dog count