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Sunday, May 12, 2024

Saturday, May 11, 2024

Happy Mothers Day!





 

 

Thursday, May 9, 2024

Spring a Dozen Ways

 



















To make it a baker's dozen (13), see my April "Books Read" list here

Saturday, May 4, 2024

Sunday, April 28, 2024

Last Sunday in April: Spring Ephemerals

  

Black cherry on creekside bank at woods' edge....

What will be found deeper in the woods today?


Season's first trout lily (a.k.a. dogtooth violet)


Dutchman's breeches (photo from previous post)

From this morning


Beautiful, shy bellwort

And there will be more.

Is this what you were waiting for?


Come closer.


This one excited me: Hepatica!

P.S. (I am a slow thinker.) If you have a favorite among today's photos, tell me in a comment below which one it is and why it's your #1. Thanks. 😊 

Thursday, April 18, 2024

Friday, April 12, 2024

Surprises in the Orchard

In the tree rows, on the ground --
 
some kind of chickweed? Or tiny member of mustard family?

And then, unexpectedly, a garden emigrant!






Monday, April 8, 2024

After the Eclipse

 


Thursday, April 4, 2024

Tuesday, April 2, 2024

April Snow

 

Look closely, and you can see it.

Saturday, March 23, 2024

Snow Cups

 




Friday, March 22, 2024

Suttons Bay, Michigan, in Spring Snow

 

I adjusted the color on this one to brighten it up, because the effect "in person" is of more vivid color than my phone captured on a snowy morning. Next time I'll try the real camera. 

Wednesday, March 20, 2024

Weather Report: Spring’s Winter


No-name creek re-freezing along its edges --

As I pulled on winter boots and coat and scarf and chook and mittens this morning, the temperature was 23ºF, with a “feels like” report of 9ºF. What is nowadays referred to “feels like” used to be called “wind chill” not all that long ago, but when I was a kid, it wasn’t called anything at all. We just had temperature, no matter how hard the wind was blowing and how much colder it felt than what the thermometer showed. 

Crows calling in the northeast at 9 a.m. sounded like ducks, their voices muted and distorted by the wind, that wind in the tall pines sounding like waves out on Lake Michigan. If woodpeckers were at work this morning, their hammerings were drowned out entirely. And yet, although the forecast had called for nothing but clouds today, large swathes of blue sky showed as the sun rose. A welcome sight!


Glimpses of blue sky and morning sun!