The greens have sprouted.
And yeah, you know it’s a cooler climate when it takes until May for them to show. But they’re here now. And, as you can see, with the wet leaves, it’s been raining lately.
One day— probably the 4th— it was partly cloudy, such there was drizzle at the same time you could see blue in the skies.
Buds are appearing on the plant that grew through a railing of the front porch.
Said front porch was covered in seeds that look like these… whatever you call them. If they are, in fact, seeds.
But I know what these are. The cherry blossoms are back.
Everywhere. Onto ground, onto cars. Soon, the blossom tree blooms will turn color, and it’ll be, once again, not-so-obvious what kind of trees they are.
A helicopter passed the area several times… probably a traffic copter.
This tree was barren the last time I photographed it— Jan 10.
Some other various plants near the doctor’s office. (Another tick bite, another antibiotic trial.)
The photos beyond the first four in this post are a little bluer because they’re taken with the older phone camera, which is clearly sensitive to UV. Not only have I seen YouTube videos on the matter— over the fact that iPhone cameras have better filtering compared to competitors, but I had conducted my own small test in 2015— quartz rods that show up pink when lit instead of orange.
The short range cones of the human eye are also sensitive to UV, that if the lens of your eye was removed, yellow flowers would be seen white, if not whitish blue. Claude Monet, for example, had surgeries to have his cataracts removed in 1923; a side effect of the surgeries was that he could see some UV wavelengths.
Soon the trees will be full of leaves again.
Moss and grass will grow just about anywhere.
There’s nothing like a pita bread pizza from Pizza Plus— a local place, only in Scarborough. …Just had to get that out there, haha.
On the subject of food, there was a warehouse fire toward the end of April that caused a shortage of fresh produce at Hannaford stores in Maine.
Makes me wonder where these giant strawberries came from.
Well, that’s it for now. I could write about the parallels of my own blooming in spring, but… I’m not blooming. I even declined in attending the SMCC open house. It can be hard to know what fits us best, especially when life can be tiring. The logistics of even getting there was difficult enough that we made a wrong turn the last time I intended to attend the open house, in April. …And it had just occurred to me, while typing this paragraph that I had missed the AS group meeting this month. (#$%* dammit !!) Sigh.
…Until next time…