I'm late as usual for Wildflower Wednesday hosted by Gail of clay and limestone, but I wanted to join in anyway!
The redbuds have finished blooming and are leafing out. This was the best year so far since several of the small trees have sized up enough to put on a show.
Last year I was afraid we were going to lose this tree but it looks fine now. It's leaning away from the stand of tulip poplars just out of sight to the left. Unlike Buttercup in The Hunger Games Tommy does not defend me but flees and leaves me to my own defenses when he perceives danger and hears a car coming down the driveway. The white-flowering shrub in the background is a Pearlbush. The brown stuff in the foreground is, as always, the old stems of Bidens that I haven't yet cleared away. There are still White-Throated Sparrows here, lurking among the old Bidens, making their soft lispy calls and singing their wavering tonal songs.
I think this Redbud, originally a little sapling from the National Arbor Day Foundation, is the prettiest I have ever seen.
Every spring I rhapsodize about the beauty of the wild crabapples here, because their praises need to be sung. I think the tree at the edge of one of the fields in the floodway when it is in flower is the most beautiful tree period. We need to cut down more trees around it