Today there was an extremely small chance of snow flurries in the forecast. Not wanting to set my expectations too high, I wasn’t expecting any. But luck was with me! I got to see FOUR snow flakes! That’s enough to bring pure glee to my heart. Snow and I go a long way back. Good buddies. The two of us. Best friends. And these days snow takes me back to my childhood where happiness starts.
Not pumpkin spice. Some think there is just too much of that. This is just pumpkins. But much like pumpkin spice, pumpkins are ubiquitous right now. These marvelous round things are native to Central America and Mexico.
The pumpkin was one of the first plants grown for human consumption some 7,500 years ago. Along with the fruit, the flowers, and the leaves are also edible.
And now it has come to mean so much to some of us. A symbol of the passing year. Halloween approaching. Thanksgiving. Something to paint on the side of a boulder. A way for art students to express themselves.
Something for decorators and foodies to play with. Discover new varieties.
Something to bring glee to some of us when we have our very own personal pumpkin.
Something for some of us to lose our heads over as the other pumpkins pedal by.
I have my favorite pumpkins. Right up very close to the top of the list are pumpkins with twisted stems. Very important for them to have twisted stems. It adds such character.
But at the absolute top of the list are pumpkins covered in snow.
Snow on pumpkins just screams perfection.
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The Flowering Dogwood trees (Cornus florida) here in my neck of the woods are just beginning to open as the Eastern Redbud blooms (Cercis canadensis) are on their way into decline. That’s the pattern every year. A slight overlapping of their big show. Like homemade vanilla ice cream with home grown strawberries on top.
In case you didn’t know, what are thought of as petals on a Flowering Dogwood bloom are not petals at all, but are modified leaves called bracts. The actual flowers of the Flowering Dogwood are those tiny yellow-green things in the very center.
No matter what the parts of a Dogwood flower are called they are a shout for glee in the mountains.
As the season continues and they’re no longer paired with their buddies, the Redbuds, they are still something that makes my heart light.
Something that calls to me to bring my camera for an outing.
As the light changes, another chance for an altered glimpse of those four white bracts with their yellow-green flowers.
Flowers on trees that intrigue me. Flowers that are just an added benefit.
And here a Blue Jay, an additional added benefit.
A Cardinal? What more could I want!
And once those flowers and bracts are gone, still pure delight as the seasons roll on. Be sure to watch those leaves. I kid you not, they begin ever so slowly to turn to red in late June. Slowly slowly slowly.
Autumn offers up berries for the critters of the forest. Berries that last what seems but a brief moment.
Hints of winter as the leaves fall. But look my beloved Flowering Dogwood trees are planning ahead. Those buds. That is spring on its way.
Spring indeed is planned for. Buds in the waiting. But the trees must go through winter. More delight!
That plan for spring the trees have made? They survive. They survive through snow, ice and cold. They survive through the wondrous winter and come into spring with blooms as their buddies, the Redbuds are blooming. Like homemade vanilla ice cream with home grown strawberries on top.
