I took a walk down to the creek the other day to see the Wood Ducks (which I
did -- I wonder if they are nesting there because they circled back to the slough
twice) and see the woods clothed in their new greens.
Most of what lines this path next to the creek are Hawthorns and Possamhaws
(Ilex decidua). I wish I had the words to adequately describe how beautiful the
sunlight is dancing among the trees or the deep green shimmer of new leaves
reflected in swamp water darkened by last year's leaves.
In the sunnier places the Hawthorns are blooming. They have a layered effect,
much like a dogwood.
But this, this is the real reason for trekking down to the floodway fields, a native
Crabapple. A glimpse of it turning the corner into the field..
This is a magnificent tree. Every spring we came down to the floodway fields to look
at it with our mouths open. My husband says, and I agree, that he has not seen any
cultivated crabapples that can compete with it for beauty.
I hope you are enjoying the bounty of spring where you are.