Happy Mother’s Day

Happy Mother’s Day to all out there in cyberspace. I had a houseful today, as a mother and a daughter. The day was clear, but on the cool side. And, yikes, another chance of patchy frost tonight.  I worry most for my Japanese maples. Between the late frost last year and the 3 years of drought or semi drought, they have taken quite a beating.  They look better this year than they have for a while, but another frost might be deadly.  Then the temperatures are supposed to be in the 80’s by midweek.  Weather whiplash.

Spring at last

Spring at last

The cool spring has delayed the trees so greatly that some haven’t haven’t fully leafed out even yet.  The leaves are still quite minimal on more than I would have expected mid May. Unfortunately, I don’t think that is the reason our lakeside poplars look so bad.  As you cans see, some are completely dead, while a few are putting out a very reduced amount of leaves.  They have taken the recent drought years and the massive scale infestation quite hard.  We will probably cut down the dead ones in a few weeks.  Some of the ones that are bad looking we may cut off and hope some shoots come up off of the remainder of the trunk.  They would grow quite fast with an intact root structure.  I think we will have to wait and see what develops over the summer but the prognosis is probably not good.  In any case, I will miss having those trees there.  I thought they enhanced the view of the lake.

Ending on a good note, I want to say thank you to all of my followers.  I crossed the 100 mark this week.  Two and a half years ago when I started, I could never imagined how much fun it would be and how many wonderful people I have met writing this.  I hope you have enjoyed my wandering art journey, the wildlife updates and the landscaping adventures.  Here’s to the next years of blogging and new friends.

Spring Blush

When I looked out my windows yesterday morning I was greeted by a wonderful sight. Due to the warmer weather and some badly needed rain, over the course of one night, the trees have started to leaf out with a tinge of spring green. Normally we get understory coming out first, followed by the flowering trees and then the rest. Not so this year. The flower buds on the red dogwood in the front yard have barely started to enlarge. Same for the redbud trees.  The little bit of underbrush visible is, of course, the vicious wild rose bush.  Of all things hurt by the cold and drought, you would hope it would be the wild roses.  No such luck.  The rose bushes cause me more pain and hassle than the blackberries and black raspberries combined.

Spring...finally

Spring…finally

It is no longer quiet when I step outside.  The birds have started their spring territorial and mating songs.  The bunnies are invading my flower beds and the evil squirrels have been racing across the yard. The does and the yearlings having been having fun in the shallow part of the pond, leaping around and playing, splashing water all about.  One of the toms took a leisurely and solitary stroll across the yard before heading back into the woods. He didn’t look like he had a care in the world.  No hen troubles yet, I guess. Temperatures have been swinging wildly but at least it has started to feel like spring.  I actually saw a teeny blue butterfly yesterday.