The early days. The elegance of a single strand:
With a bonus bumblebee:
*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.
Ladderback woodpecker, through the haze of a window:
Rained on violets:
but they were OK:
Madame Curious, opinionated feral, sounds off:
Madame Curious on the threshold. She’s now a contented house cat. I’ve seen feral cats slowly sweeten, so many times!
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.
Aloft in trees:
Two of these plumes are a differing shade of lavender from all the rest:
Grand and glorious, the petals began to fall:
With intact sweetgum seedpod from last autumn:
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.
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!
But, I got through, I’m better, and now there’s luscious crepe myrtle:
My always purrtector, Bud. Lightbulb plus sunlight in room makes a tawny glow on … a cardboard box. Being a cat, he likes boxes.
Coming soon: Bugs