As usual around the Willett back yard, one of the first positive signs of spring is the sprouting of those little pink flowers on the crab apple tree.
Usually they show up around eye level, but for reasons unknown, this year they’re way up at the top of the tree.
They weren’t there yesterday, but two little groups were there today, brought to my attention by the hummingbirds hitting on them for a quick snack.
One of these days I should get the last of this nylon netting off of the top of the tree. Most of it down lower was removed years ago because hummers kept getting caught in it (which is sort of the point, I guess, but I don’t give a rat’s ass about the pathetic little amount of fruit that the tree might theoretically produce and I like the hummers) but I’ve never gotten a big ladder to remove it from the top.
I might be more motivated if I owned the house and/or was planning on being here for many years. But I don’t and I’m not, so I am decidedly “meh!” about the project.
Meanwhile, just on its own, the image of delicate, beautiful pink flowers surrounded and trapped by netting seems to be saying something about our situation in general on a number of levels, so let’s just go with that. Artistic interpretation is left as an exercise for the student.
We Love The Stars Too Fondly 