Magnolia buds near Warde Hall, MMU, showing a milky, sunny spring sky March 1, 2011.
Same bush-tree, different view. The buds are getting big!
I’m not sure. March came in today, and we’re glad it’s here. It wasn’t exactly a lion—it was chilly this morning, breezy and in the 20s (that’s not Centigrade, all you European readers, it’s below zero to you), but sunny.
The Nepalese chartreuse scarf Kathryn Hagy kindly gave me (she gave scarves to all of her CLA colleagues at MMU after returning from sabbatical in Nepal) kept my neck warm, and, I’m sure, made me look dashing as I biked in this morning. Yes, it was cool, but not too cool to peddle.
In Iowa, March is a between month, the 12 or 13-year-old of the calendar—it shows signs of coming maturing and sophistication but also is prone to sudden, inexplicable winter outbursts. This day, when it will get into the 40s, is the warmest in our weather forecast this week and snow may be coming, so even if the entrance wasn’t big cat scary, the lions of March are still hanging around.
Well, lambs are also on their way. The photos here were taken in my yard and at MMU. I don’t clear away old garden growth until new growth starts, partly because I like the look of last year’s flowers until this year’s start —but, as you can see, some aren’t waiting.
Daffodils? Something is coming up in my back garden.
The cold bulbs in the half-frozen soil are starting to expend last year’s stored sunshine on this year’s first flowers. They are nowhere near blooming, but you can see them. The magnolia buds are pendulous with the promise of fragile, ephemeral flowers ready to appear and quickly fade.
The tulip tree shows a few buds, too. Are they flower buds? The three is 20 feet tall, it’s surely a gangly adolescent by now, isn’t it time for this lusty young plant to suggestively thrust its sex organs at us in a obscenely pleasant springtime show? One can only hope.
I’m feeling a little springy today. Early March is a brown time, but early plants are getting ready to send their come hither signals so they can get loved up by some bees, or, if they aren’t that kind of flower, they are primed to promiscuously ejaculate their pollen into the spring breezes.
March: It’s not a lamb, yet, but young life is on its way. Not a lion, either. This year, did March came in like a bonobo?
Gone to seed--last year's coneflower in my "Wally Wall" garden.
Bud on Tulip Tree. It's at the end of a branch, so it's probably jut a leaf, but this tree is getting very tall--maybe I'll finally get to see it flowers this spring.
Early tulips in my back garden. Sex in the city!