This time of year is great for flowers. The fruit trees are still at it, and the rhodies are really starting to pop. There’s this little street behind Staples that I drive quite often, and it’s a corridor of yum from March to June.
Last week, these incredibly pink trees were bursting into bloom.
So of course I hoofed it down there with the camera. I know, I know, we’ve had nothing but fruit trees, but I haven’t found many wildflowers going yet, and besides, these are gorgeous.
I spent a lot of time just staring up into the sky through a ceiling of pink. It was very pink. Very, extremely pink.
A white tree was also blooming, and the two trees tangled their boughs together, which relieved the pink a bit.
And a spruce tree joined in, turning the duet into a trio.
And brilliant pink blooms hugged the tree trunk. Which is good, because some of you find bark helpful.
The trunk looks like it’s full of tiny lips. I have no idea what that signifies. However, I was a fiction writer once, and studied all sorts of woo and mythology, so I could probably make something up. It might even sound superficially profound. But I’d actually rather just aim the camera at the sky and catch more natural beauty.
Well, somewhat natural. I’m sure these have been inbred and crossbred and hybrid and all sorts of other tricks of the horticultural trade, and if we could put these side-by-side with their wild ancestors, the resemblance would be superficial at best. Humans are good at the whole artificial selection schtick.
Take this next bit. Okay, so here we have a perfectly ordinary little bunch of pink blooms.
And here we have a simple little bunch of white flowers (which, alas, are beginning to loose their petals, but they’re still pretty, especially with that shiny bark).
And they’re really not unusual at all, except they’re growing on the same damned tree.
I know this, because I walked all round it and checked to see if things were attached, and indeed they were. So here we have two quite different flowers flowering on the same tree. This is not something that you ordinarily see. Therefore, God. Or grafting. I’m plumping for grafting. Then again, it could be a teenage mutant ninja tree. Which would actually be almost as cool as the fact a human can take a branch from Tree A and graft it on to Tree B and end up with a tree with a split personality. I remember being fascinated by this as a child. I knew you couldn’t do that with people or pets (thankfully, not by direct experimentation. My parents may have become upset, as well as the research subjects). Yet with some plants, you can make chimeras. That’s pretty damned awesome.
We’ll conclude with one of my favorite rocks. I still haven’t figured out what this boulder is, but I like it quite a lot. I’ve seen it in many seasons: sunny and shaded, snow-covered and rain-saturated and dry as a bone. But I think my favorite season is this one, when it’s about to be covered in petals.
If I ever have a house of my own, with an actual yard, it shall have boulders and flowering trees. For a while, at least. I’m afraid the boulder would suffer the scourges of me demonstrating the importance geologists place on a fresh surface for the edification of various visitors, and the boulder could end up gravel after some years of this treatment. I suppose I’ll just have to get a really big one.
And I think, even though pink is pretty, I’ll be plumping for white. That much intense pink starts to feel sinister after a bit…