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Anxious weather

It has been a lovely spring overall, though we’re about to get blasted with a late hard freeze certain to kill almost everything that has emerged. I feel so sad and powerless; I expect a cherished magnolia will die as a result, as it has already lost all leaves twice this spring to previous unseasonable hard freezes.

Meditation on my morning walk

‘Tis a grey day in May,
much colder than anyone
expects, with a hard freeze
predicted for the end
of the week. I long to throw
a blanket over the whole
yard, big enough to cover
even the mature ashes
with pinnate leaflets unfurling
tiny and chartreuse.

 

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other likely victims of the impending freeze – naturally, this is the most blooms we’ve ever had on the yellow irises

Day 1, NaPoWriMo 2020

All I can say right now is thank goodness for National Poetry Month and NaPoWriMo.

Grand entrance

Rarely does a spring permit
the yellow magnolia to bloom:
a January thaw runs warm or long
and cozens the buds into swelling
too soon; or late March drops
a hard freeze and the thick petals hang
limp and black as rotting banana
peels. This year has been unusually kind

to the trees, and each has flowered
in sweet succession: first the star
magnolias, then the pears that exploded
along the streets like popcorn but yielded
gracefully to scattered cherries and redbuds
and shadbush, who will in turn give way
to the dogwoods and crabapples
primping in the wings. All the while,

the yellow magnolia has unfolded
as saucer magnolias are wont: in stately
progression from bottom to top, the earliest
waxy blossoms holding form so the tree stands
leafless but resplendent when the topmost opens.

 

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The picture doesn’t half do it justice.

 

First flowers

(This post is for my British beekeeping blogging buddy, Emily Heath, of Adventuresinbeeland. Sorry I have no cake to share! )

After three warm days here in the Bluegrass, the snow has mostly melted, except for those big piles in parking lots. I had forgotten that the first bulbs to bloom in my gardens are not the crocuses:

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but the Iris reticula.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAI don’t usually notice them until the yellow ones open, which might be today, given the forecast.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThey’ve even beat the hellebores to the punch!

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OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThough we’re supposed to have a fourth day of sun and warm (temperatures in the 70s F), tomorrow night is supposed to get down in the teens. I just hope the magnolias don’t jump the gun and get zapped when the temperatures drop.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERANo bee activity to report in my yard yet, though I have seen some flies on a window screen. Maybe I’ll take a walk in the Arboretum today and see what’s blooming and if any bees are active there.

Addendum, later that afternoon: I was right about the yellow iris!

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Circle of life (and all that)

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I noticed some familiar arthropods on the leaves of my swamp magnolia (Magnolia virginiana) the other day. These are Leptoglossus fulvicornis, commonly called leaf-footed bugs because of the shape of their hind legs (“foliaceous hind tibia” in entomologese). The two adults in the photo at right show the characteristic flattened shape of those rear leg segments.

They are true bugs, members of the suborder Heteroptera, along with squash bugs and stink bugs. Leptoglossus fulvicornis is also known by the species name magnoliae because it only feeds on the fruits of magnolia trees.

I first met these critters in college, where they were frequent visitors in our dorm rooms once the weather turned cold. This now makes perfect sense to me because the courtyard of the dormitory sheltered several ancient and glorious magnolia trees from the harsh winds that blew off Lake Michigan.

leaf-footed bugs 3Anyway, back to the present. This photo shows a cluster of nymphs of various ages — the youngest have bulbous red bodies, somewhat reminiscent of the bright red magnolia fruits they eat (also shown in the photo). Six juveniles are huddled together on the leaf in the foreground, with an adult on another leaf in the lower background. They are hiding because a female cardinal (not pictured) has figured out that this tree offers not only delicious fruit but yummy bugs. She’s been in the front yard a lot lately (I hear her out there now, in fact), and I’ve noticed much fewer leaf-footed bugs on the tree than in previous years.

Incidentally, this tree stands next to the porch where the parsley sits in its pot. It seems this cardinal also has a taste for grasshoppers (you go, girl!) and swallowtail larvae (sadly). She flew off the step when I opened the front door one day, and I found the swallowtails all gone, save for half of one she dropped when I startled her, and odd bits of grasshopper scattered about the porch.

Saddened as I am at the loss of the swallowtails, it is affirming to see the ways in which my little corner of the ecosystem reflects the resourceful adaptability of the whole. It also lets me experience myself and my yard as part of that larger system, and reminds me that most imbalances will correct themselves if I only give them time.