Yesterday, March 20th – the first day of Spring
This morning the birds were singing in full chorus when I went out onto the deck to take my daily picture of the woods greening up that I hope to make into a slide show. But the process is a little haphazard at the moment, so don’t hold your breath. I should have created some way to control the actual angle or perspective rather than just randomly walking out and taking a shot.
I also wanted to bring you the full scale version of the single blossom on this tree that appeared in my Early spring gardening post.
This is one of the most amazing things I have ever seen. Why is there only one flower? Do you know? My best working theory at the moment is that the squirrels ate all the buds but missed that one. What do you think?
While I was contemplating this important issue, a noise drew my attention back down to the creek where I saw a frisky fawn running along until it saw me.
Then it climbed the bank and went into the cover of the woods. It clearly was a fawn, but not a really early one, giving me a new question to ponder. Do does have fawns at different times of year? This fawn seemed too old to be a new-born like I’ve seen in past years. Yet, I’m sure it wasn’t the older ones that have traveled through our yard all year and that ate the apples I left for them.
Two early spring mysteries. Any ideas?
Later that day.
Two garden inspectors stopped by late in the day yesterday after a brief swim in the creek.
I hope my newly planted Columbine passes inspection.
Oh no. I knew I should have gotten those wildflower seeds distributed in the wooded area bordering the garden.
Shoot. I was hoping they wouldn’t notice that back corner where I didn’t get the leaves cleared from yet. These guys are tough.
They’re not going to find anything out of kilter up here. I just spent a lot of time cleaning and straightening things up here. There may be a few stray seeds around from the feeder, but that can only be good.
I think they seem satisfied with this.
Oh no. Where is she going to now? Please. Not the angel garden.
I wish I could hear what they are talking about.
I’m sure they’ve seen all the Chameleon ivy poking it’s head up. I’m never going to hear the end of it.