Spring Returns – Day Eleven

For the second Sunday in a row it was nice and warm and sunny this last weekend. The previous weekend that warmth and wonderful weather inspired me to go out and shoot pictures of the back yard as it budded and bloomed and woke up to the warmer temps. (See that box over on the right that says “Recent Post”?) This last Sunday, since getting out of the house and walking around in the sun makes my watch happy, I did the front yard. (For the record, wandering around the front yard on your knees with a camera taking pictures of “weeds” and bees will make the neighbors look at you oddly. This is to be encouraged.)

While most of the front yard is your standard issue American grass (green, soft, not quite the stuff of a Scotts Turf Builder wet dream) there are currently some tiny yellow flowers popping up in this somewhat bare spot. I don’t know if the co-location of the bare-ish spot and the yellow flowers is coincidental or not, but it does occur to me that it might not be.

They’re small.

Yet they draw their own wildlife.

And there was one single bee, hitting them all, one by one.

At the edge of the bare spot is this rough-looking, rogue thing. I don’t know if those hair-like things are hard and sharp like thorns or soft like hair, nor am I going to find out. The only thing worse than having your neighbors watching you in your yard on your knees with a camera taking pictures of weeds is having your neighbors watching you in your yard on your knees with a camera taking pictures of weeds and screaming and crying trying to get thorns out of your finger, while the neighbors wonder to themselves, “Why did he touch that? Is he a bit … slow?”

Another odd little weed. It will get killed by the gardeners tomorrow, but I have to wonder what it is. I don’t wonder enough to go out there in the middle of the night tonight and dig it up and re-pot it to see what it wants to be when it grows up – but I wonder.

It looks like a tiny, baby, miniature sage bush. With all of the others in the yard, maybe it is.

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