After a prolonged and ugly flirtation, spring finally committed. The past days of sun, warmth, and breeze were accompanied by slow rain at night that we could hear through our bedroom window. When we woke, sun again, breaking its way through morning clouds and mist. Perfect growing weather.
Not surprisingly, we had an explosion of growth. Some leaves unfurled, others popped open.
(Thanks to the “New Hampshire Garden Solutions” blog (https://nhgardensolutions.wordpress.com/) for introducing me to the beauty of unfolding beech leaves.)
Our flower palette leaned heavily, and a bit garishly, toward yellow and pink.
I have never seen such a bumper crop of dandelions. The fields and lawns around us are covered, keeping our honey bees busy and dusted with yellow. They left our blindingly brilliant azalea to the bumblebees, who shook and vibrated the whole bush so that it seemed to emit its own deep buzzing sound. Amidst all the pink and yellow, there were a few welcome splashes of white. The birds, of course, continued with their manic mating behavior. I finally got a shot of the white-throated sparrow, whose haunting song followed us around the yard. At times, when he sang outside the window and it sounded as if he was inside with us. His song is supposed to sound like “Oh sweet Canada” or “Old Sam Peabody, Peabody.” Ours seldom stops with one “Canada” or “Peabody” and warbles an extra syllable or two at the end as if he wants to draw it out as long as possible. The warblers are back–little, elusive, noisy, flitty things.
This quaker-plain gray catbird brought me out of the house one morning with his amazing performance mimicking other birds in the yard and warbling through his own personal repertoire.We have a small brook down the street on one of our walk routes. A month ago I took this photo of a lone water strider. This week the striders were all paired up, making for interesting shadows on the sandy brook bottom. It must be strider mating season. The brookside horsetails and ferns always look slightly prehistoric to me.We’ve been working long days planting and getting beds ready for more planting. We already had some little critter dig into a raised bed and shear off several chard plants. He left the leaves in his little exit hole, though. I’m not sure if he intended to come back or if they weren’t to his taste. I fear that he will not be the last garden intruder this year. We saw a woodchuck this week. Perhaps we need to lure our fox family back.
The farmers’ markets are starting up and I brought home this gorgeous white butter from our local water buffalo farm.