Winter is wearing out


Tulip magnolias

These tulip magnolia blooms grace a tree in the back yard of my across the street neighbors. While I was shooting some jonquils in her front yard, she informed me that she had a tulip magnolia tree in her backyard. Being the horticultural deprived and misinformed citizen that I am, I nodded in agreement. Later I discovered that it was what I have always incorrectly called a tulip tree.

red camellia

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Some harbingers of our early spring are fading fast. The jonquils, called daffodils by some, have reached their peak and are beginning to wind down. My camellia is already dropping petals. And there were a few floppy flowers on the tulip magnolia tree you see above. These posies were fooled by a few unseasonably warm days in January and February.

Before we delve further into this epistle, I should advise you that it had its beginnings on the Photo of the Week Page at Corndancer dot Com. Go there to see more flower pictures and learn about attendant seasonal grumbles. We’ll patiently wait here for your return.

Spring beauties

No spring is complete without 'em: Spring Beauties. These blooms are no more than 3/8" inch in diameter.Thousands of these tiny flowers populate most southern yards.

One of the sure signs of spring, are Spring Beauties, a tiny white flower with gossamer purple variegation. No self-respecting yard is complete without a few. Some are blessed with many. My neighbor to the west has one of those yards.

My dogs who favor his turf for their business may contribute to this healthy growth of spring beauties. It is hard to argue with the results. Other dogs in the neighborhood, sometimes even his,  exact proper revenge with similar deposits on my premises. But his flowers are still better.

jonquils from ground level

Jonquils from ground level, a cat-level view. My cats like this flower bed.

Our bare deciduous trees are clearly visible behind these jonquils shot from ground level. They are building up a head of steam to inundate us with pollen, our annual reminder that the shade trees we love in the summer come at a price. Sometimes the pollen is so thick you have to turn on wipers to knock it off your windshield. How quickly we forget while sitting in the shade of a half-dozen towering oak trees that we endured a bit of prior inconvenience. That forgetting mechanism also works well for other temporary hiccups.

SEE MORE COOL FLOWERS

red camellia

See more flowers in our Weekly Grist gallery

This week we are featuring 18 posy pictures in our Weekly Grist Gallery. We usually shoot more than we can use so we put ’em in a handy gallery for you to ogle.

See more jonquils, some pansies, another camellia, more spring beauties, forsythia, tulip magnolias, and more. And, this is an on-line gallery that you can show your Momma. Click here if you missed the other links. Lo-carb and stress relieving.

Thanks for dropping by,

Joe Dempsey
Weekly Grist for the Eyes and Mind

http://www.joedempseycommunications.com/

There’s a reason they call it spring


Already, daffodils are blooming with reckless abandon here. These hangers-on are at an abandoned home site near Bodcaw, Arkansas. There are thousands of locations just like this one. When the time came to move, the daffodils weren't included in the plans. They have plans of their own.

Already, daffodils are blooming with reckless abandon here. These hangers-on are at an abandoned home site on a county road near Bodcaw, Arkansas. There are thousands of locations just like this one. The location is typical of the former rural home genre. The home site butts to the road. It has a tree in what was once the front yard – and daffodils.

My end of the country is under tension. In a big way. Millions, billions(? I’ve never been a math whiz) of plants, trees, flowers and weeds camouflaged in death-like brown have surreptitiously gone about their appointed way of preparing for an explosion coming to a location near you in a few weeks. You can almost feel the tremors. Already, daffodils are blooming with reckless abandon. Buds are appearing on trees and shrubs. The seasonal ratchet is engaged.

Before we go much further, you should know that this story started on the Photo-of-the-Week page at Corndancer.com. To see another picture and find out how this started, click here, a cool and safe thing to do.

Same song second verse. Just west of Camden, Arkansas on state highway 278, this patch of daffodils fits the pattern, to wit: adjadent to the road, backed up by a large tree, both of which were the decorative part of a familys front yard. There is no sign of the house. But it was surely there.

Same song second verse. Just west of Camden, Arkansas on state highway 278, this patch of daffodils fits the pattern, to wit: adjadent to the road, backed up by a large tree, both of which were the decorative part of a family's front yard. There is no sign of the house.

If nothing else, suffice to say that our confidence in the natural order of “things” is seasonally restored, normally just in the nick of time. When winter is about to dump us over the precipice of insanity, spring springs to the rescue. In this neck of the woods, spring behaves like a steam locomotive building momentum as it chugs from the station. The place goes crazy with azaleas, tulip trees, red buds, dogwoods and a plethora of other purple, white and wild colored flora which escapes my limited powers of recognition. Some of it deliberately planted. Some of its own volition. The juggernaut continues until these genetic orders are satisfied.

Don't get me to lyin.' This flowering tree is on US Highway 79 south of Rison AR. I do not have a clue as to the species, genus or other binomial nomenclature. My apologies to Carl Linneaus, his minions and followers.

Don't get me to lyin.' This flowering tree is on US Highway 79 south of Rison AR. I do not have a clue as to the species, genus or other binomial nomenclature. My apologies to Carl Linneaus, his minions and followers. Also to (I'm assuming, the late) Ms. Ruth Buchanan, my curmudgeon biology teacher at Fort Smith AR Senior High School. A resolute scientist, she would have enjoyed the appellation which I just proffered on her.

But of the four, only this season accompanies the announcement, much to the consternation of more than a few, with pollen. Unfortunately, nature has decreed that pollen is to plants as rain is to waterfalls. W. C. Fields would have said ” … such is the price of greatness.” To those afflicted with sensitivity to the yellow plague, my condolences. We have about 15 or so mature oaks in our yard, as do our neighbors. This translates to pollen by what seems to be the cubic acre.

So welcome to spring. As if there was anything you could do about it.

Thanks for dropping by,

Joe

jdempsey@cablelynx.com