Another American Adventure: buds! 2013

Sunday, February 24, 2013

buds! 2013

It is still quite cold, dark and wintry, with snow and flurrying every day. The swamp cabbages over at the park are not making much progress. But I do notice that there are 3 plants now, instead of 2, popping through the ground. That's all that is going on over at the park that I can see.

Meanwhile, back here at the apartment complex, there are all sorts of things shooting up. These must be daffodils ...

And, when did the trees and bushes start all this budding?? It happened overnight. Today is the first day that I noticed all this.

Amazing!! Spring really must be coming!

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BarbaraFebruary 24, 2013 at 1:22 PM
Before the daffodils come the crocuses. They are the earliest sign of Spring around here, breaking through the snow. We are not so far advanced here. Grumble, grumble.
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beth cioffolettiFebruary 24, 2013 at 3:20 PM
Yes yes, they are probably crocuses. I'll keep an eye on them. Seems early for all of this to me.
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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.