Posts Tagged ‘buds’

Yesterday morning I took a walk in the park and found spring.   There were definite signs of spring, mostly green. New grass poked through the detritus of winter.  On a dead tree, green moss flourished.  Even the cool air felt like the cool of spring promising warmth to come, rather than the relative warmth of winter with the underlying cold edge to it that says, “Not yet.”  Somehow the same temperature in spring feels different from that of winter.



Posted: April 22, 2017 in Nature
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Spring has finally flown in.

© janet m. webb 2017

Spring is coming, despite the temperatures that are falling to below freezing for most of the next five days and nights.  Hopefully, all the intrepid plants that have relentlessly grown daily will survive!

I managed to survive my Thursday.  Put the tax information in the mail for our tax preparer.  Got my latest books from the library (tough, I know, but it had to be done.)  Ran errands, worked at home things.  Then bounced back and forth from one airline site to another to a site that gathers all airlines together and back and forth, before finally getting my ticket for France!!  Wading through the morass of choices was almost overwhelming. Gee, did I want to make only one stop/change but spend all night at Heathrow?  I think not.  I manged to find decent times and layovers and a price that I could live with, if not love.  Then on to fixing dinner, getting a post ready, and next, hockey and a beer.  And in that spirit, cheers!  This bud’s for you.

© janet m. webb 2017

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If you follow my blog, you already know I’m on vacation in the Phoenix, Arizona area with limited internet access.  My first entry for “Macro” is from one of the cactus plants in my parents’ natural yard.  The spines don’t deter the birds, however, and there’s a next not far from my photo of one of the cactus fruits.  Serendipitously,  the location of the spines reminds me of some bizarre (is there any other kind?) of costume Madonna might wear or a space alien who clutches victims to her voluptuous bosom, stabbing them with the poisonous spines.

The second, more prosaic but still beautiful, photo is of the buds of a hyacinth that I didn’t get out of the pot and into the ground in time and which decided to bloom again during the winter.  Both photos were taken with my iPad and only cropped.