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Nectarine pink

May 16, 2009

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Last year John King told me that the nectarine blossoms were his favorite.  They were, he said, a lovely shade of pink.  I didn’t get over there to look at them until they had faded, but I made up for it later by eating lots of nectarines.  Anyway, this year I was determined to show you those […]

Sweet invasion and the return of a native

May 15, 2009

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A few days ago I learned, from a lovely post at Flandrum Hill, that the myrtle growing in my yard is not just an unkempt inheritance from a previous owner, but periwinkle, a native plant that belongs right where it is, holding my sandy slope in place. Good on it. The sweet woodruff growing beside […]

Wild for leeks

May 9, 2009

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Ramps, wild leeks – call ’em what you like, they’re good for what ails you.  I’m not usually good at finding them, but this year I’ve been lucky.  As a bonus, I found wintergreen nearby.  (If you’re going to eat wild leeks, it’s good to have wintergreen to chew . . . )   Digging […]

The Bloom Report and the tale of the homeless bees

May 7, 2009

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I was passing by King’s and stopped to update the Apricot Bloom Report. In just a few days we had progressed from one little tree in the orchard behind Jim and Rose’s on US-31 to rows and rows of flowery finery south of the market on M-88. As I framed a shot I saw a […]

Awwwwwwwww, Babs!

May 3, 2009

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She’s outdone herself. Babs has been cavorting about in the spring sunshine with lambs and llamas and, and . . . awwwwwww! Looky here. She wrote: It appears to be time for spring lambs. This was taken at the farm just south of Atwood near Antrim Dells. Gerry Sell may know who the owner is […]

Mooned by a bee

May 3, 2009

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In the beginning, there is the blossom. The blossom is all potential. Fulfillment comes only when the bees come. The bees are back. Jim King said I could wander around in the orchard behind his house, where there are boxes of Dan DeKorne’s bees and rows and rows of trees flowing over the ridges. It’s […]