Another American Adventure: budding (almost blooming!)

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

budding (almost blooming!)

Almost 40 degrees this afternoon. Felt almost like a warm spell ...
Budding is on a roll around here, like the hair on my head which is finally starting to grow again as well.

almost blooming!!

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BarbaraMarch 6, 2013 at 5:55 PM
Daylight savings begins on Sunday! You are further along than we are. No signs of buds yet. We are happy to see the sidewalk again. Perhaps we will see some grass by Sunday.
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beth cioffolettiMarch 7, 2013 at 4:47 AM
I never really liked DST ... And it comes so early now. I guess I'm out of step with most people. I'd rather keep the light in the mornings.
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"In those first days, people said, a squirrel could run the long length of Pennsylvania without ever touching the ground. In those first days, the woods were white oak and chestnut, hickory, maple, sycamore, walnut, wild ash, wild plum, and white pine. The pine grew on the ridgetops where the mountains' lumpy spines stuck up and their skin was thinnest.

"The wilderness was uncanny, unknown. Benjamin Franklin had already invented his stove in Philadelphia by 1753, and Thomas Jefferson was a schoolboy in Virginia; French soldiers had been living in forts along Lake Erie for two generations. But west of the Alleghenies in western Pennsylvania, there was not even a settlement, not even a cabin. No Indians lived there, or even near there.

"Wild grapevines tangled the treetops and shut out the sun. Few songbirds lived in the deep woods. Bright Carolina parakeets - red, green, and yellow - nested in the dark forest. There were ravens then, too. Woodpeckers rattled the big trees' trunks, ruffed grouse whirred their tail feathers in the fall, and every long once in a while a nervous gang of empty-headed turkeys came hustling and kicking through the leaves - but no one heard any of this, no one at all."

Annie Dillard, An American Childhood.