Hellebores

The crocus are done but the Hellebores are out. It is the Hellebores natural habit to drop it's head and the petals and the tough sharp edged leaves provide a dry haven for the pollinating insects.











These Hellebores are in the backyard, which is usually a couple of weeks behind the front seasonally because of the shade of the house. The one in the front by the crocus does not flourish.








I am pleased that these plants are reproducing. They seem happy in their home. They were "pound plants" they came from the discount plant rack of distressed plants at the local "we sell everything" store. The moss and the lichen looked beautiful today on the trunk of the Japanese maple.

Lines in the Sand

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I was chatting with my mother a few days ago and this memory came up. She didn't remember, but I did - possibly because of the disappointment. When I was about five years old, we traveled by train to San Diego. The train trip was another vivid memory of my childhood, but is not what I want to remember today. My memories of San Diego include it's wonderful zoo and the giant tortises there. Perhaps the tortise was the most memorable animal of the zoo because we would ofen see box turtles on the road side in Kansas. We would occasionally persuade mom to stop and pick them up and we would bring them home and try to feed them. They didn't adapt well to captivity; if all the children of Kansas did what we did, the box turtle population would have been descimated in that baby boom generation... We went to Disneyland and I found it scary. I've never become a rider of carnival rides possibly because of that early experience. None of this has anything to do with lines in the sand however.

We went to the beach. We walked out on the hot dry sand, none of us in beach clothes, filling our shoes with sand. We reached the point where the waves had darkened and hardened the sand. Dad leaned down and drew a line in the sand and said, we'll go when the waves cross this line. I suppose there were many reasons why Dad might not have wanted to spend very much time at the beach. Perhaps he didn't want his kids returning to his sisters house with clothes full of sand. Perhaps there was a plan for something else later that day and he didn't want to get us all cleaned up again. I suspect it was hot; some of us sunburned easily and Barbara was a baby. Perhaps the biggest reason was that he was a non-swimmer (as were we at the time) and wasn't comfortable with water play. Whatever his reasons, the very next wave crossed his line - and he really was ready to go. We persuaded him to wait for a few more waves, but not many. Drawing lines in the sand can be disappointing, waves wash them away sooner than you think.

A Walk in the Woods

We have been blessed over many years to have a wooded area near our home. The individual who owns the property has maintained trails through his woods. It is a favorite quiet area where we go for oxygen loaded air and to enjoy the changing seasons of a natural area. In years past I would walk alone there- I don't anymore, but it is still beautiful and refreshing. Yesterday was "telecommute day" for David so we went for a mid-day walk. These pictures are some of the beauty that we saw.
Shelf fungus grows readily on dying trees. So does moss. The fungus is almost wood like in it's nature. You can't pull if off. It is not soft like a mushroom. These are hard and woody, but light weight. The moss will peel off, if it is thick.

We looked for the trilliums, but did not see even their first efforts. Trilliums are starting to pierce the ground in our yard, but they have the advantage of being near the house and benefit from it's warmth. We saw, but did not photograph the bright glassy red berries of last year's May Lillies. The May Lillies don't seem to like to be stepped on so they will make the trails easy to find as summer approaches. Right now the trails are invisible, we just follow the routes of memory. Mr. Turk must not be as healthy as in years past. We didn't see him out on this nice day and the areas that he has cared for seem a little run down.


This is the bark of a large old Douglas Fir. These trees are very tall and their wood is very strong. This bark was probably about eight inches thick and it made me think of cork (also a bark) - it didn't seem heavy, it seemed airy inspite of being so thick.


this young Western Red Cedar (think pencils) is growing over the stump of a tree that was previously living in this spot. In a few years when the lower stump is decomposed this tree will look like it rooted in the air. It really rooted on the stump and uses the nutrients it can get from the stump. Sometimes this happens with trees that have fallen on the ground. There will be several trees using the downed tree as a starter/helper. These are called nurse logs because they help the young get a good start.


The bark of a dead tree will separate from the wood of the tree. It kind of curls off. I love the bark of trees.

The picture to the right shows the yellow catkins of the hazel trees. They are one of the earliest signs of spring. Their tassels swing in the light breezes of a cool spring day.














We also found the blue, blue feathers of a Stellars Jayin the leaf mould. We love those birds that spend their winters in this area. They are so beautiful when they spread their blue wings in the sunlight. The larger feathers are blue on one side and black on the other. The only black you really notice on the bird is it's head is black.

Delicate Strength

How do they do it? These crocus are planted beneath a dense mat of Woolley Thyme to help them survive the culinary intentions of squirrels. Every year they slide through the thyme without damage. They close up on cloudy days so they are not attacked by heavy rains. but even then they seem so fragile and suffer more from the rain than from their effort to get through the thyme. How do they do it?

Spring is here! - at least for today; the crocus are the proof. Spring in the northwest is the longest season of the year. It begins hesitantly in February and remains often through the end of June. So here spring with it's qualities of youthful persistence and exhuberance is joyfully welcomed after the heavy gray skies of winter.