March 1 begins meteorological spring. That being said, it sure doesn’t look like that around my house.
This is the one bright spot. It’s my witch hazel, ‘Jelena.’
Its bright blooms can literally be seen from all over the yard. They can even be seen from the second story of my house!
But everything else, not so much. Here are my snowdrops–or not.
The chives on my porch are doing well–but they are in a glassed in environment.
And while these hellebores are called Lenten roses, we’re already well into the second week of Lent. They have some catching up to do, I think.
A few more freakishly warm 70 degree days are needed before my landscape catches up to where it’s supposed to be–but that’s okay. I’ll settle for what I have for now.
This is what I call “winter interest.” Because these are crab apples, and therefore sour, they remain on the tree until spring, when the birds come to get them after they (they fruit, not the birds) have mellowed a bit and the birds are hungry after migration.
It’s a win-win for everyone!
These Japanese maples are not as lovely as usual this year. First a late summer dry spell, then an abnormally warm late autumn–followed by a “flash freeze” so to speak, left the leaves suspended on the tree.
But the leaves are always very late to drop–one of the last to fall off. It’s partly a protection for the delicate nub of leaf forming underneath for next year’s leaf.
On this red leafed variety, it’s even worse. It drives the Spoiler mad–and of course, we track them in until January or later.
But of course, there’s no hurrying nature. When you see the brown oak leaves in this photo, however, you know that these maple leaves are very late to fall since oak leaves are one of the last to come off the tree!
Every so often I get fixated on a particular tree. In this case, it’s an Eastern White Pine that’s clearly been topped by a storm at one point.
When you look at the thing, you wonder how long it will even be alive.
Clearly it had been double-trunked at one point. But now, it’s just a sad mass of needles, really.
The trees around it don’t look much better. There are some hemlock struggling to hang on, between the years of drought and the adelgid infestations.
One last look. I wonder if this tree captivates you as much as it does me, or if you have to see it in person?
Nothing like a cool glade of trees on a hot summer’s day.
The golden color of spring.
After my whining last Friday about how we were never going to get spring, a few warm days have brought out the flowers.
You can see how early it is. The trees still have no leaves and very little is greening up. These photos were taken April 14–the very day that I was whining that we don’t have spring.
So it’s nice to see a little color to prove me wrong.