This is quite exciting; it looks like the oak leafed hydrangea is budding! I would love for this particular plant to flourish and take over the shaded area between the trees in the front yard. It might take ten years, but buds on the twigs after the first winter is a good start!

It must be spring. Our wild plum trees are blooming. The first year we moved here there were actually tiny plums in late October, early November. The last few years the summer has been too dry and there has been little to no fruit, certainly not enough to make some wild plum jam. Maybe this summer will have more moisture, maybe. We are currently under wild fire alerts, so hopes are not high.

Well, the onions in my pantry think it is Spring. The weather has been rather indecisive, switching between winter and summer with a only a few hours of pleasantness in between. I hadn’t even opened this bag of onions yet. I briefly thought about planting them, but I have no soil prepared, and have had abysmal luck with growing onions in the past. So I freed them from the bag and chopped up the sprouted bulbs. The outer layers were rather gooey and I discarded them, but the inside still had nice crisp onion bits. The sprouts themselves taste just a little stronger than scallions, so I chopped them separate and will use them for my egg drop soup. The rest I tucked into my freezer for use later, since I don’t use three onions at a time. Though if I did, I would probably get my six feet of separation without having to ask, or sidling quietly sideways. That is one recommendation that I already practiced pre-pandemic, as I have a very large personal space.

Because this cracks me up.

We do have some real fall color, where people have planted maple trees in town.