Today in the garden:
Bugs. Lots of them. Small, quick, irritated, desperate, tiny darting bugs, seeking sustenance soon after emerging from eggs or winter hiding place.
Flowers have been in bloom for a while, and if feels like everything is about to happen quickly—tulips and daffodils will suddenly pop, the magnolia will burst forth in color—even crab apples are starting to put out leaves, which means flowers aren’t far behind.
In the past two weeks, we’ve made that wonderful transition from late winter brown to sudden, shocking, Iowa spring green. The woods are still dull, as its seems plants wake from the ground up, and the large trees haven’t budded out yet and won’t for a bit. But maples have bloomed and, even on trees, buds are starting to swell.
Two weeks from now, we’ll have gone from green grass to flowering fruits and early trees. Two weeks after that and the sunny back yard will be cloaked in its seasonal shadow as the big trees soak up the sun.
Today, I was told by the wife to take out some bottles from the garage, which I did, but I quickly got distracted by spring flowers, as you can see. There are lots of early wasps or bees buzzing among these blooms, and I tried to photograph them. As you can see, I caught a few, but only a few.
They are fast and busy.
And the world is suddenly turning green and pretty.