is this a dogwood, or wild plum or...?
Photo by J. Harrington
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Perhaps there is a significant microclimate difference. The blooms in the picture above (wild plum?), located about a quarter of the way between our property and the blooming forsythia, had opened by the end of the third week of April two years ago. We've seen no sign of them so far this year and we don't think we've missed their bloom but time will tell.
We've howling winds, or strongly gusting breezes, depending on your perspective, again this afternoon. Another Red Flag day. There's lots of cloudiness but not much rain in the extended forecast. We suspect that will hinder the local "green-up" schedule.
The Enkindled Spring
This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green, Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-filled bushes, Thorn-blossom lifting in wreaths of smoke between Where the wood fumes up and the watery, flickering rushes. I am amazed at this spring, this conflagration Of green fires lit on the soil of the earth, this blaze Of growing, and sparks that puff in wild gyration, Faces of people streaming across my gaze. And I, what fountain of fire am I among This leaping combustion of spring? My spirit is tossed About like a shadow buffeted in the throng Of flames, a shadow that’s gone astray, and is lost.
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