|a host of hoary puccoon|
|hoary puccoon beginning to bloom|
The front "lawn" is overrun with violets, ground ivy and wild strawberry, inhibiting mowing of the few remaining clusters of grass. The butterfly plants we added last year may or may not have made it through the Winter. The Better Half is both more experienced at gardening and more optimistic than yours truly. Over the next week or two we'll see who called it. Probably turn out that some, but not all, of the plants will need to be replaced, in which case we're both validated.
A hummingbird has been using the deck feeder several times a day, or several hummers have been feeding there less frequently. Rose-breasted grosbeaks and red-winged blackbirds arrive regularly. Baltimore orioles have disappeared for several days now. I hope they come back. Maybe I'll try adding some orange halves to the mix.
A week or so ago one of the prairie fields in Carlos Avery was treated with a controlled burn. For several days about all you could see was char. Then we got a little rain and a little more time had passed. It's greening up nicely now. See:
|resilience of green after controlled burn|
Have you realized it's only two weeks until the start of meteorological Summer? Even before that, cultural Summer begins with Memorial Day weekend. When Spring started, snow was still a dominant factor in our weather. Yesterday, southwestern Minnesota reached its first 90℉ for the year. Spring's transitions may seem to take forever to arrive, but they never seem to drag out like our Winters (wrote the writer who doesn't ice fish, snow mobile, cross-country ski, etc.). Since, before we know it, we'll be in the midst of the dog days of Summer, think about playing some hookey and relishing in what's left of Spring. Next week might be a better time to try that, according to our local weather forecast.
In Perpetual Spring
By Amy Gerstler
Gardens are also good placesto sulk. You pass beds ofspiky voodoo liliesand trip over the rootsof a sweet gum tree,in search of medievalplants whose leaves,when they drop offturn into birdsif they fall on land,and colored carp if theyplop into water.Suddenly the archetypalhuman desire for peacewith every other specieswells up in you. The lionand the lamb cuddling up.The snake and the snail, kissing.Even the prick of the thistle,queen of the weeds, revivesyour secret beliefin perpetual spring,your faith that for every hurtthere is a leaf to cure it.
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