1st day home. For one day only. Tomorrow: St. Louis, condemned to the middle seat. Global warming has advanced blooming at our little New England grass shack by several weeks. We used to say, Don't plant before Memorial Day, May 30. There is probably even a rhyming maxim. Today is April 14: I have a bunch of annuals to put in the ground and my strawberry plants over-wintered. To count the petals, click any image to enlarge.
...at sunset, in East Lansing, Michigan: industrial mating calls. Or maybe the mating is done and the joy of reproduction is surging through their throats. Musical artillery barrages, thinning out as the warm sherbet sun slides beneath ... and there's the inaccuracy: a sliding sun, not a merry-go-round planet.
What it looks like at ground level. What it looks like at street level. What it looks like when it burns on a snowy day. Click to enlarge and classify the botana.