Arbor RaceOf the trees in the yard, the maples have been showing exuberance. The one near the house started to unfurl itself in the warm patch last month, letting out little bits of green into the new warmed air. The following week, as the mercury fell far again, I think it suffered some for this, but it seems to have turned out all right, and the other maple has followed along, now that Spring has once again come creeping back. They are leafing out nicely, now, and there will be dim shade again soon. It's unfortunate that one of the maples needs to be shown, and the men are coming on Monday to do it, but it must play nicely with the house, for both their sakes.
The locusts are more timid. They did not fall for the faux spring, an even now they are being very careful about setting buds on wintry limbs. When they leaf, they will dapple the yard and the picnic table, but today they still wait. I do not blame them much; today isn't much for the weather.
Once, hazelnut trees grew rampant around here. I'm going to see if I can fit two of three along the edge of the alley.
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