Urbanite here with a very small backyard bordering on forest. I am still planting this years kitchen herb garden and the lily beds are starting to come alive, as always too late for Easter. The azaleas are in full bloom and the dogwoods are still snowing. The oak trees have progressed from an odd yellow-green color and are becoming a more vibrant light green. Tree pollen is everywhere!
The sugar maples are perhaps my favorite, but in the not too distant future the ancient old magnolias will put on a display that cannot be ignored or ever forgotten once seen especially if you have ever hidden deep within the branches that gracefully curve down, over, and up off the ground. Oh to encounter a small child hiding amongst the limbs and share a secretive smile before either the parent or dog calls for an immediate appearance.
Did I mention how the wisteria winds around the pines as the lavender/purple blossoms dance in the breeze or how the weeping cherry trees sound while sitting beneath them as delicate pink petals fall about? The cardinals are abundant this year. I miss seeing the males perched in the uppermost branches as they sing their songs, the leaves hide them now. Mockingbirds greet the new dawn.
The rain dances on the porch roof as my old dog sits on the rug next to my favorite chair. We both sigh. I am enjoying sipping on my single malt and she, well she is probably waiting for me to get off my butt and take her for a walk in the rain...
