I wasn’t proud of avoiding the white narcissus, just because I was barefoot. But once flip-flops had been retrieved and I ascertained that there were no “snake holes” anywhere nearby, I endeavored to get some photos of these lovely flowers. I even thought I had gotten an ant bite, for the sake of my photos, and shrieked accordingly (if you’ve ever had a fire ant bite, you’ll know why I shrieked). But it wasn’t a fire ant, and it must’ve just poked me, instead of biting me.
After searching online, I found that these are Creamy White Daffodils, as opposed to the yellow ones that are usually scattered around our yard and garden. This group of flowers are just over the property line, and have been here since we moved in (24 years ago). I’ve never noticed them before, but maybe our other arbor blocked the view of them, before that tree fell on it? I can’t be sure.
Looking at all our plants and watching for the new buds has become a new past-time of mine. Spring usually arrives, and I yawn over it, after the initial burst of happiness at seeing the yellow of the daffodils. I think the early warmth and then cold weather must have killed off the crocuses, because I haven’t seen any. Later, the blooming of the azaleas tells everyone that spring has arrived. But this year, my camera and I are trying to keep close track of everything.
The clematis is putting out shoots, on our arbor (we had two arbors, before a falling tree took out the other one), but our rosebush is staying thorny and bare, for now. If you look really hard, however, you can see the pink of the azalea blooms, just starting to show.
Looking around for any new color I might have missed, I took notice of a tree across the street that I mistakenly thought was a pink dogwood. But if their dogwood was blooming, why wasn’t ours? When I got closer, I realized it wasn’t actually a dogwood. After taking these pictures, I returned home to quiz my mom about it, because I don’t remember this type of tree at all. Since it blooms in the early spring, when I’m not usually looking, it doesn’t surprise me that I missed it.
When I looked up the pink tulip tree, I found that its real name is the saucer magnolia, but most people don’t know that, or never call it that. That made sense to me, because I can see the similar shape and texture of the flower petals to the Southern Magnolia (the ones with the big white flowers that are awesome for tree climbing) that I’m familiar with.
As nice as I think these photos turned out, you can see from the look of all the branches that these flowers are overblown, and some of them are getting brown and shriveled. I hoped that there were some other pink tulip trees in town that hadn’t bloomed quite so early, because I wanted to see them before the flowers got past their expiration dates.