Lent, the penitential season, has its joys, even outside Laetare Sunday.
Seems every time I write a news story about Arkansas’ droughted conditions, it rains. Not that I’m complaining, we need the water, even if the text loses its news value.
This afternoon, following some errands in town, I wondered where “our” violets were. Last year, we had some that bloomed as early as January. Nose to the ground, I finally spotted three of them in the green that passes for a lawn — pale violet, some more white than violet.
The chickweed was also eye-catching. The tiny flowers and water’s powerful surface tension seemed to make little snow globes with the flowers embedded in the bottom.
With the arrival of spring, the buffleheads, our winter guests, have gone, and the returning pair of geese, are returning fewer times. This morning, a pair of wood ducks were plowing Vs in the lake surface.
Violets are among my favorite flowers. They thrive in what little soil clings to sides of the Ouachita’s folds and they are beautiful. Had to pull over en route to the grocery store to catch these beauties as this morning’s rain clung to their petals.
April 6 update. Thanks to Amber Tripodi, bee researcher, for setting me straight! “He” is actually a “she”!
SHe’s fuzzy. SHe’s buzzy. SHe and
his her ilk are back with spring.
Really now. What did you think you’d find here?
This pony’s expression is partly curiosity and partly “hey, check me out!”
Forget astronaut or fireman or rock star. With the half-century mark looming, this cat embodies my latest grown-up ambition.
The ancient art of beekeeping has become cutting edge again, for various reasons. Some people like the grow-your-own aspect of food, others find working a hive to be a meditation, yet others simply like bees. These are shots taken with Jon Zawislak, an apiarist with the University of Arkansas Division of Agriculture, at his hives.