The naked trees of February are dressed in their seasonal leaves now, hugging hopeful fruits to their woody hearts. Spring moves onward. Flowers from my February 20th Daily Bucket Why trees do it naked are the baby fruits of today. Bright new leaves still burst from a few trees.
A fig I never saw in flower (neither did Linneaus) shyly clutches her fruits.
Cherries let it all hang out.
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Viburnum is bold, thrusting flowers and fruits above the leaves.
Oregon grape huddles beneath taller trees.
Plum tree flowered lushly before I was sure it was plum. I knew it was some Prunus, which includes cherries, plums, peaches, nectarines, apricots and almonds. I was fairly sure it wasn’t cherries (based on leaf shape). Our almond flowers have pink centers, some have entirely pink flowers as do peaches — eliminating them.
Her fruits host spineless guests.
Surprise! Here’s a pop quiz.
A few plants are still busting out new leaves.
Somewhere high in the crown where I can barely see, Douglas fir holds her cones.
* The title of this story is from Wallace Stevens Le Monocle de Mon Oncle Canto VIII
Like a dull scholar, I behold, in love,
An ancient aspect touching a new mind.
It comes, it blooms, it bears its fruit and dies.
This trivial trope reveals a way of truth.
Our bloom is gone. We are the fruits thereof.
Two golden gourds distended on our vines,
Into the autumn weather, splashed with frost,
Distorted by hale fatness, turned grotesque.
We hang like warty squashes, streaked and rayed,
The laughing sky will see the two of us
Washed into rinds by rotting winter rains.
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Canto XI — THE END
Like a rose rabbi, later, I pursued,
And still pursue, the origin and course
Of love, but until now I never knew
That fluttering things have so distinct a shade.
What is nature’s way of truth for you, today?