The “Super Moon” was only visible through the clouds for a short period and then was hidden behind them altogether the rest of the night. Sigh!!!!!
I know, blasphemy, but I have a very good reason: I am worried about the frog eggs in the vernal pools at Nasketucket. There is a big sack of eggs, each with a tiny developing tadpole inside, but about a third of it, if not more, is above the water level now. They are sealed inside – in some kind of amniotic fluid, I assume – so maybe they’ll be okay, but it still bugs me. I almost wonder whether I should go back and at least maneuver the stick so they’re under the water? But then I think, no, let nature be. The pool and the life forms in it will either make it or it won’t. What would you do?
There is a spot in the woods where, back in the ’40s, rows and rows of daffodils were planted for people to enjoy. This “secret” got out last year in the local newspaper, and today troops of people were swarming (but hopefully not trampling) on the daffodils on the hill, which is not my scene. Instead I pulled the car over at a place I know, where at host of dazzling daffodils grow along a stretch of stone wall, and had a field day all by myself. ;)
Later, I was in the area for a different purpose and noticed more daffodils randomly planted in trailing lines in someone’s yard and of course had to pull over for more pics…
Spring has been slow in coming, and while it still sometimes feels more like a crisp fall day than the beginning of May, there’s COLOR in the world again. Everyone’s lawns are a riot of green grass, yellow dandelions and purple grape hyacinth, cherry trees and magnolias are in full bloom and abuzz with bees, and the bright yellow of daffodils is only outdone by the scarlet of tulips.
I went to Haskell’s this past Sunday, which is just a favorite, favorite spot of mine. It’s a beautiful nursery with not only greenhouses filled with fragrant, flowering things, and outdoor pens with colorful pheasants and peacocks, but also little winding paths and water fountains and old benches where you can just lose yourself and forget you are, technically, in the city.
(It’s also where I got my first butterfly photos of the season!)