Wisteria Storm, I Lose Track of Spring, Always Cats

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.

Climbing tall

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

Judas tree/crabapple:

Flowering crabapple AFAIK

Flowers in the sky

Rained on violets:

Violets are my favorites!

but they were OK:

Fast purple

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.

Lavender tangle:

Wisteria, 2015

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.)

Weary

Folding

Iris … everywhere I look. LOL, a little joke.

Still beautiful

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