Inconvenient Things
In the time of blooming things, spring, I like blooming trees. The orchid tree is covered in white flowers as was the sandpaper tree (Ehretia anacua) early on. Now it’s the time of the golden leadball (Leucaena retusa). The latter has had a bit of a hard life in our yard. A young buck took a fancy to it early on, and wiped his velvet with it. Then the hard winds blew and thin limbs broke. But it survives, fenced, and now blooming, it’s bright yellow offerings.
Of course, every tree blooms, it's just that some actually have pretty flowers. For instance, the Eve’s Necklace was covered in pink. And the oak trees were covered in golden tassels that now cover my yard and my driveway. Luckily, the driveway is decomposed granite and not stainable concrete, like my porch, which has henna-like tattoos every year from wet oak tassels. Small price to pay, however, for the eventual shade of the new leaves, which are coming slowly, because we’ve had little rain.
Speaking of rain, we might get some today. But it feels a slim hope. As I’ve said many times before, the dry line appears to have moved east, putting our little slice of heaven in the more arid west. But that’s science and science appears to be in ill repute these days, especially when it says unpleasant, inconvenient things. But that’s human nature. Better to whistle past the graveyard, than to stir things up and cause trouble, especially when trouble has anything to do with money.