Before Saturday's showers swept through, I went out in the front yard and tried to photograph some of the trees that are blooming. These first two turned out to be more of a showcase for the menacing skies than the dogwood blooms.
Below is the crab apple tree. This tree is at least as old as I am,
(Grazing, when you're a pre-teen human pretending to be a horse, meant picking up your right-front-pretend- hoof and pulling the grass. Only on rare occasions did it mean actually eating the grass, for goodness sakes. Let's return to the topic at hand now, shall we, which has nothing to do with
The shrub below is something my father planted in more recent years. My mother says she doesn't know what it is. But it is very beautiful when it blooms each spring.
(Do not adjust your dials. The picture is out of focus. Try squinting and closing one eye, it may help.)
Last but not least is the blooming cedar tree.
This particular tree has been in bloom since December 2009, which, coincidentally, was the last time I put up outdoor Christmas decorations.
p.s. Click here for a link to that nightmare of a story which provides a few clues as to why two Christmases have passed without any sense of urgency from within the Chesapeake Bay household to put up outdoor Christmas lights. Ever. Again.
Click here for a link to yet another Christmas decorating fiasco.
I could keep going but will stop since