Three tulips have survived the nightly TEA (Tulip Eating Association) meetings. At first glance the one on the ground looked like a “Bunimous got interrupted” incident. I scolded him, wherever he was. “Oh Bunimous! Come on!” But he and his TEA may not be responsible for that one. Notice the dirt. Could have been rain. Or a combo.
He is a funny chap. I guess it is his fair share.
The “duck people” were out in the green space when I opened the patio curtain yesterday morning. They are way easier to catch pics of. This one was a bonus. Thanks Ms Duck!
We really enjoy watching the local cardinals. Right now we are seeing some cardinal love. Right before this pic I watched from my office as the male fed the female. We think, are hoping, all indications are, they have chosen the big pine for their home.
They are super skittish, so I have yet to capture their feeding ritual on a pic. I am practicing my stealth skills. Hopefully soon.
May is here, and with it, hopefully, more patio time at the townhouse, and camping time up north.
The snow up north has returned to it’s liquid form, allowing tulips to start showing up.
Now, admittedly, those, like the tulips I recently planted at the historic cemetery, were forced bulbs from years past, and have never bloomed up north, that I know of. But just having the greens is an improvement from waist-high snow. It was a very long winter.
The past couple mornings, at the townhouse, I had an “opportunity” to go outside at 4am, courtesy of one terhuahua named Sandy. The moon was full and … the birds were singing. At 4:09 am.
A month ago during a bad ice and snow storm we lost the front Amur maple. The association contracted for removal and that happened a couple weeks ago. My husband was really missing watching the birds in that tree, so I bought a new bird bath to put in the rock. Well, it catches us both off guard all the time. The two birds – one on either side of the bowl – are just at the window height, and we end up thinking the birds have finally found it. So far, no real birds though.
The daylilies, on the other hand are LOVING all the new sunlight. Rethinking that cherry tree idea. Turns out they are pretty from afar, and a royal mess when close to a sidewalk. Whodathunk????
The Bluebells clematis is budding out in front. This is one I learned needs to not be cut back. The new growth buds out of last year’s vines.
Out back the clematis is just waking up.
It was a super windy day today, so not much gardening.
Yesterday was much more fun. I went to the historic cemetery and worked on spring trimming the fence garden. Like at the historic mansion, I am just learning what all is in there. So far I can see tall sedum, stonecrop, phlox, some hostas, black-eyed Susan’s, and yarrow. I trimmed all except some stonecrop. I will go over some night this week and trim those, and also put some coffee grounds along the base of the hostas.
I am exceptionally happy to see there are some hostas. To be sure, they are small, but if they survive, yahoo! They can meet some new “friends”! (I can then divide some hostas here this fall and see if they do well over there.)
Last night the moon looked like it had an aura. I’m not sure it was an official aura, but even if not, it sure was pretty.
Last night was a rare perfect sky night. I thought it would be fun to try to get a pic of the moon directly overhead. It worked!
It doesn’t even look real, but it definitely is.
The year after we moved into the townhouse we drove down to TX and adopted an Irish Terrier rescue. Darby got to keep his rescue name. It so suited him. An Irish guy 😊
Darby experienced ducks for the first time here that spring. He did not care for them. Not one bit. And he let everyone in the area know. “Some duck people have arrived. Be on high alert!” In dog language, of course.
Every year since then, the first time we see the ducks fly in to the green space, we say “the duck people have arrived!”
They “arrived” the other day, very early in the morning. I saw three fly in barely at dawn. Later that morning they came back. Sandy was very aware and concerned. But he was glad they at least weren’t up on the roof top. Whew! Dodged that one. The last time they did that, Darby was in charge, and alerting for that type of “invasion”. Would have been very big shoes to fill.
Beautiful spring wooded area carpet
Susan's Daily Garden 