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Spring Has Sprung!

Love seeing all this orange!

Love seeing all this orange!

According to the official calendar, spring arrived yesterday. It was ushered in by our neighboring master-planned community with a gorgeous Indian paintbrush show.

There are three distinct kinds of paintbrush growing.

There are three distinct kinds of paintbrush growing.

I first noticed the splash of orange earlier this week as I drove past an area where a small crop of paintbrush bloomed last year. Now it’s definitely large and in charge!

These look reddish.

These look almost reddish.

As much as I enjoy seeing them, I wish they were sprinkled among the bluebonnets that are in another area of the community. Having orange and blue together reminds of my beloved alma mater, the University of Illinois.

Hail to the orange (Indian paintbrush), hail to the blue(bonnets)! And, especially, hail to spring!!

Beauty Next Door

One of many colors

The purple really stands out.

Those of us who lack a green thumb really only need one thing:

Yellow still filling out

Yellow is still filling in.

To live next door to someone who does!

Fortunately for me, my neighbor Tami loves nurturing her flowers. She planted a bunch of lantanas in many colors close to our house.

Red definitely is a power color.

Love these shades of red.

Of course, Tami didn’t plant them for me—she just likes her front yard to be colorful and blooming.

A lovely mix

A gorgeous mix

And I’m lucky she does!

Winter’s Last Gasp . . . But Not Really

My younger son hopes his jump putt hits the chains.

My younger son hopes his jump putt hits the chains.

Yesterday was the first day of spring. Here in the Houston area, all that means is that March 20th’s weather was virtually the same as on March 19th—beautiful.

And not cold at all, thank goodness!

Hiral shows his serious putting side.

Hiral shows his serious putting side.

The last day of what passes for winter here found me at Imperial Park at our weekly Southwest Handicap Mini series. This is the best time to play disc golf there, because the foliage is beaten down and thinned out. Discs don’t get lost as often as they do during the summer when the park regains its lushness and is more challenging.

Purple power!

Purple power!

Of course, I’m drawn to Imperial as much for the nature as watching the kid play. As I approached hole seven, my eye immediately was drawn to bright batches of phlox. I’ve seen that wildflower here before but never in such abundance.

Maybe this is foxglove?

Another purple park inhabitant

My Nikon 105mm macro lens captured the few flora that were ready for prime time this early. We should see plenty more, though, in a month or so when the series returns to the ever-blooming park.

A wee spider peeks out from his lantana perch.

A wee spider peeks out from his lantana perch.

Wonder if this guy will stick around?

Groundhog Affirmation

My Knockout roses are blooming beautifully.

My Knockout roses are blooming beautifully.

On February 2, Punxsutawney Phil failed to see his shadow.

My neighbors’ azaleas brighten up our cul-de-sac.

My neighbors’ azaleas brighten up our cul-de-sac.

You know what that means: We’re looking forward to an early spring.

Azalea buds

Azalea buds abound.

Looks like the Houston-area roses and azaleas agree!

Has Spring Sprung, Part II

Different-colored azalea bushes coexist.

Even though bluebonnets are my favorite harbinger of spring, I must admit I’m also partial to another plant this time of year.

I love the pink ones.

Azaleas! Last Sunday when I wasn’t snapping pix of bluebonnets, azaleas commanded my divided attention.

Orange azaleas remind me of my alma mater, the University of Illinois.

It was great to see so many colorful blossoms. I like how they perk up the green landscape.

These whitish-pink azaleas still need to bloom.

Know what was great about this particular patch of azalea bushes?

Pretty pink buds promise more blooms.

All of the buds! Soon there will be so many more azalea flowers to oooh and aaah over.

I can’t wait!

Azaleas = Spring

It's azalea season in Houston!

I love azaleas!

Each flower is a solo beauty.

I’m lucky that right now my neighbor’s azaleas are blooming, greeting my eyes with a brilliant splash of pink every time I look outside my office window.

Hey, bud!

And the best part? The promise of many more azalea blooms to come the next few weeks.

Roses = Spring

Where are all our roses?

This was how our front-yard rose bushes looked last week. Empty. Desolate. Devoid of color thanks to the cold winter weather.

A solitary pink rose livens up our front yard.

Then the temperatures started to warm up. And our rose bushes are making a comeback!

I can’t wait to see more of these red roses!

Even though we only have three roses right now, I know that a new season is right around the corner

One rosebud means one more rose.

To me, roses mean spring!

Mother Nature to the Rescue!

One of the few roses that have bloomed in our front yard.

Spring has sprung in the Houston area!  Mother Nature suddenly flipped her switch, and flowers, plants, and trees are starting to bloom. There’s finally a warm, fuzzy feeling outdoors.

White blossoms are growing on David, our Bradford pear tree.

Where David, our backyard Bradford pear tree, was completely bare, shedding all its leaves for the first time in its 13-year existence, tiny white flowers are growing.

White blossoms with buds where more will burst forth

Leaves finally are appearing, which means that David won’t be mostly bald for much longer.

Sidebar: Extra points to those of you who know why we named the Bradford pear “David.” Hint: It’s from a popular TV show.

Reddish blossoms adorn one of our backyard bushes.

Color is returning to our backyard after our long, unseasonably cold winter. Can anything pick up your spirits quite like the new growth of spring? My attitude, which needed serious adjusting after grumping through the winter, finally is starting to become optimistic and almost Disney World-like. The thought of being able to wear sandals again makes me almost giddy!

Sidebar: My #1 son wears sandals all year ’round, only shedding them for sneakers when he works at the public library. He claims that he’s never cold, and he didn’t mind our frosty winter. But he’s definitely in the minority in my house!

A rose bud in our front yard

We had wondered what effect January’s freeze would have on our precious front landscaping. At least our roses are starting to bloom, which gives me hope for the rest of the plants.

Yes, spring has sprung . . . and I am one happy camper!