4:25 pm : : I walked around the backyard just now. Alone. A mourning dove cooed from high on a telephone wire, its lament complementing the overcast sky. Big bullfrog will return to his stone-throne when the sun reappears, until then he is cloistered in the pond. His subject, the smaller, younger bullfrog, hides among the pond lilies. I found no toads, despite their amorous calling during the warm April rains.
Today, the first of May…the air is cold and damp. The sun never emerged. The wind is picking up, blowing the branches of our red chokeberry; I so wished to photograph its blossoms this afternoon. Instead, I captured the first blooms of our dogwood tree - sheltered in the hedgerow - her first ever blooms; we planted her only two years ago.
The windflowers I added to the hedgerow last spring look as if they’ll soon blossom. The lupine we uncovered, no longer hidden beneath a failing broom, is showing signs of recovery. We removed that four-year-old broom (Cystisus 'Lena') this weekend; not one of us feels particularly grieved by the decision. The addition of a native white pine has enriched the space and along with the arborvitaes, juniper, dwarf Alberta spruce, eastern redcedar and yew…the area could not feel more woodsy! ♥
Jessica Allen explores the fields and forests of Pennsylvania with her artist-husband, Michael Allen, and their son, Benjamin. She shares her observations through words and pictures of everyday magic and beauty she sees in her world.