Happy
May Day, everybody. For much of the world May Day is a holiday for working people,
who march in great numbers down the main streets of capital cities, or join
protests -- against a corrupt president in the Philippines, or their
exploitation as migrant workers in a wealthy country -- or defiantly celebrate a 60-year-old
revolution inspired by people like Che Guevara.
For those of us living in New England, it's like "OK, maybe we can walk around in shirtsleeves for a couple of days. When the weather changes for the better on a fortunate date -- this sunlit, steadily warming First of May -- everything looks better.
For those of us living in New England, it's like "OK, maybe we can walk around in shirtsleeves for a couple of days. When the weather changes for the better on a fortunate date -- this sunlit, steadily warming First of May -- everything looks better.
Truthfully,
the last week of April warmed up sufficiently for me to make progress out of
doors in clearing last year's debris from the perennial garden.
The
weeping Japanese tree (top of page) had its own cherry blossom season.
The
vinca blossomed and spotted up violet (see bottom photo), about two weeks behind its
usual schedule, in its many expanding colonies.
The
English ivy, that covers literally everything in its path, including a
once-thick patch of Vinca Minor, received a two-hour gloved-hands thinning on a
mild Saturday afternoon.
The
birds sang, and in the case of the robin posed politely for photo (see second from bottom photo), and we continued to feed them.
A
nuthatch visited our feeder and then did a quick inspection of a nearby tree in
his customary tail over head, upside-down-appearing fashion. The other birds
resisted the temptation to imitate him and kept their own heads high.
The
Japanese primrose made its annual early-spring appearance (see fourth photo). It has
since opened two more blossoms.
We're hoping all these new friends will soon have plenty of company.
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