The Bud Creature again.  Except this time he isn't a creature.  He's a bud.

The Bud Creature again. Except this time he isn't a creature. He's a bud.

I have nothing to say today.  One of those days when it seems like there’s not going to be any theme to hold this blog together.  Here’s what happened today:  I went out to the mailbox, with the camera, prepared for a lovely jaunt in the woods.  Here’s what really happened:  I turned around, headed back to the house, tossed the mail on the kitchen table and settled down on the deck to finish reading a book in the 42 degree sunshine.

So I was outside at least an hour today, but it all centered around a virtual tour of some intergalactic planet and some Jesuit priests and strange extraterrestrials.  It was called “The Sparrow” by Mary Doria Russell and not the kind of fiction I usually read.  But it was intriguing.  Really intriguing.  I’m glad I read it…but can’t determine if it’s a book you recommend to others.  The New York Times Book Review insists it is.

The above photo is our Bud Creature from April 26th, from a different angle.  Or maybe it’s not the Bud Creature at all, but a cousin hanging from a nearby branch.  I am hoping this new angle might provide better identification.  Could it be an elderberry tree?  Anyone know definitively?

An oddly snaking root on the forest floor

An oddly snaking root on the forest floor

So we have a root.  Yep.  Not much more to say about that one.  How about a rotting leaf being swallowed up by new spring grasses poking through its dying corpse?

Goodbye, Leaf

Goodbye, Leaf

Still not impressed?  Looking for something more exciting, like perhaps our perennial garden plants finally poking their way through the leaves (which really someone should gather up and toss in the woods)?  Exhibit A, below, is supposedly our Bleeding Heart, although I am an ignoramus when it comes to naming plants along the front of our house.

My friend Nancy was utterly convinced I would become a true flower gardener, but she’s finally conceded Barry seems more interested than yours truly.  I do like ’em, honest I do.  When they bloom, they’re gorgeous.  For some reason it’s easier to get excited about strange bud creatures and odd angled roots and rotting leaves.  Go figure. 

Bleeding Heart pushing upward toward the sunlight

Bleeding Heart pushing upward toward the sunlight

What else to share?  How about the most exciting news ever?  OUR SNOW IS ALMOST GONE.  Yep, the last vestiges.  By “last vestiges” I mean the areas where the snowplow pushed the snow into hard banks.  I could only count three small areas in the yard where the snow remains.  Three small areas!  One, two or three days from now it WILL be gone.  Aren’t you all pleased as punch?

And goodbye Snow, as well.

And goodbye Snow, as well.

So now you know it’s possible to ramble endlessly about Nothing. 

You know how tame the deer were around here this afternoon?  One of the ladies, probably a pregnant doe, decided to lie down on the side lawn.  She was so relaxed she didn’t even move a muscle when we wandered out on the deck with a camera.  We said “It must be Lempi” (our injured limping doe) but when this one finally rose, and ambled off, she walked perfectly and simply looked casually over her shoulder before meandering into the woods.

Doe lounging in long shadows

Doe lounging in long shadows

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