........if you are a toad.
Water iris in the trough sending up shoots
Flowers are finally blooming in my yard thanks to lots of rain and few warm days
Hellebore
Quince
When I was growing up there was a quince bush outside my bedroom window. We called it japonica. Every year a catbird would build its nest in the brambles of the bush. Early each morning, in the earliest hours, the catbird would practice its broad repertoire of songs. Even when I was young I could appreciate the song and its mimicry of other birds.
Catbird on Singer trade card
Service berry
We had a huge service berry tree at home in St. Francisville. Mom bought it for dad because he remembered them from his youth. He called it a sarvice berry and it was only a few years ago that I found out the true pronunciation. Mom made pie for Dad with the berries.
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