The early days. The elegance of a single strand:
Wisteria looks so sweet and innocent
With a bonus bumblebee:
Caughtcha on camera, Mr. Bumble!
*Gasp* at the wisteria! After an off year when it was near nonexistent. I’ve heard it isn’t too good for the trees but they seem fine. The days turned a little coolish, so the fragrance intoxication wasn’t as intense as you’d expect.
Lavender and green mixing it up
Cloudy skies but it’s still fun to get outside
Ladderback woodpecker, through the haze of a window:
Ladderback Woodpecker doesn’t know how close I am
Flowering crabapple AFAIK
Flowers in the sky
Rained on violets:
Violets are my favorites!
but they were OK:
Madame Curious, opinionated feral, sounds off:
Madame Curious: “I told y’all this before!”
Madame Curious on the threshold. She’s now a contented house cat. I’ve seen feral cats slowly sweeten, so many times!
Madame Curious: “That fishy food is where?”
Spring checklist: Judas tree: check. Violets: check. Feral (?) cat: check. Bumble bees: careening fast, get out of their way! Honeybees: here thirty years ago, but gone for many years. Lizards and skinks: not seen this year. Wisteria: what’s got into those vines? Note: maybe ask someone who actually knows plants. I just live on their turf.
Wisteria, 2015, #2 of, way too many to bother counting
Aloft in trees:
Reaching for the sky
Packed in close!
Two of these plumes are a differing shade of lavender from all the rest:
Intensity between lavender and violet
Grand and glorious, the petals began to fall:
On its way
With intact sweetgum seedpod from last autumn:
All seasons can be read on the ground
I was having a health issue since the early part of the year and it smacked me down while petals foamed up, swelled, dropped. I felt so bad, when a tree frog landed on a window, I didn’t even get up to take photos. That’s normally a huge photo opp.
Feeling wistful and sad while snapping the treeline through the vehicle window. One moment when I could view with senses unclouded. Can’t say the same for the sky.
2015 partly cloudy, very early spring
Every spring while driving, there’s an instant we both recognize. When the glow on the trees reaches a certain intensity, it’s time to quote Robert Frost in 3, 2, 1 … “Nature’s first green is gold, her hardest hue to hold … nothing gold can stay”. Shortly afterwards this year, I lost out on full spring.
Iris were sorta flat ‘n’ saggin’ by the time I got there. (I know it’s out of focus but I love the color.)
Iris … everywhere I look. LOL, a little joke.
The spiderwort were just leaving, rats!
“The blue flowers” are spiderwort
A few were still budding
But, I got through, I’m better, and now there’s luscious crepe myrtle:
Summer brightens moods
My always purrtector, Bud. Lightbulb plus sunlight in room makes a tawny glow on … a cardboard box. Being a cat, he likes boxes.
My big grand fella, Bud
Coming soon: Bugs