The odd shape flower has the right equipment on this rainy day with a built-in umbrella so that Jack in the Jack-in-the-Pulpit keeps his head dry.
A Dry Jack
A year ago this week, there were little baby great blue herons at several different ages, but this year with the very late spring, the parents were still sitting on the eggs. They would stand up and stretch before doing a little grooming, before settling back on the eggs. They hunkered down in the large nest high up in the trees so you almost didn’t see them in the nest.
No Baby Herons
The weather was against the poor marsh marigolds this spring as a few days ago they were swallowed up by rushing waters from the heavy rainfall and covered by debris. Then a couple days later, the hail storm striped nearly all the blossoms off as I only spotted less than a dozen yellow flowers on the half mile stretch of road.
Gone Until Next Year
Today the lawn was white from tree blossoms just opening up, but the petals fell prematurely because of some other white stuff – the hard, frozen stuff called hail. It stripped leaves off the trees and flower petals, dented cars, and anything else outside. And I wonder what my nesting duck thought about banging hail on the duck house. There was some one inch diameter hail left on the ground three hours after it fell.
Not Good White