Saturday April 21st 2012 Tim
I wonder if Hoppy Bug
smelled the Lilac when it bloomed all those weeks ago, then they bounced
around, and finding no Egg Plant wandered into the desert of other
greens. I like to think they encamped this side of the river and while
building rafts to cross to the other side, they all got eaten by tiny
Frogs. More likely their collective had the backup plan. Wiser
Hoppy Bug chased the youth back to the lair, where they'll wait for the
Privet to bloom and swap tales of treachery in the scent of Lilac.
Rust Galls made an attempt when it was warm and misty
some weeks ago. Out they came, that orange yellow in the Cedar.
Apples trembled, except for ours, which had already given buds to Goldfinch,
I think. But I don't see well, and rarely remember where last I left
binoculars, so it could have been a travelling Waxwing horde, the
Mockingbird certainly thought so. And those buds Goldfinch or
Waxwing thought too meager, I saw Towhee savoring. But Rust Galls
don't surrender, they don't leave it to another year. There they are
again today, like holiday decorations one day late, and still celebrating
because we've had a good rain and cloudy into tomorrow.