A collection of distilled sarcastic wisdom, numerous photographs, discussions of books and stuff to learn and more stuff to think about from a retired economics professor turned blogger and photographer.
Photo opportunities during the doldrums of the extraordinarily cold winter were few and far between this winter. So the reappearance of anything and everything that blooms is the most welcome event possible for a flower photographer. People keep asking me "What is your favorite flower?" and my answer ususally is "The last flower I saw or photographed." Every flower is an intricate gift of nature with an incredible design and support structure. And among the most cheerful of the early blooms are the cat's whisker pansies, defying lower temperatures to bite them again. So now for six or seven months we will have an endless opportunity to find a new flower of some kind every day and to reproduce its beauty through the miracle of digital photography and to share this beauty through the internet.
The white saguaro cactus blossoms are making their annual appearance. These blossoms are truly "the little flower that lasts an hour" since they may last anywhere from a few hours to a day or two before withering into a soggy looking dishrag. Some of the saguaros didn't make it through the winter and some that did are only a shadow of their former size. But these flowers have an infinite pristine beauty that makes it essential to capture their essence in photographs so we can remember their few hours of glory for the rest of the year.
My poor huge Rosemary bush shows signs of green but huge patches of dead gray. Remains to be seen how much will come back, how much will have to be pruned.
When all of the dead fronds were trimmed from our palm by our front door, the above green shoots were all that was left. But at least the palm is alive and should survive.
The winter was not selective in what it killed but the tall palms are the most obvious victims. The optimists are saying to wait until early summer to see how much comes back while the pessimists are facing up to spending thousands of dollars to get rid of dead palms and replace them. All over St. George the ravages of cold and ice are obvious. The snow came in early December and north frontages still had ice and snow a month or six weeks later. I read somewhere that St. George is right on the fringe of areas where palms are safe to grow but they have survived up until this past disastrous winter. We lost two rose bushes, two other shrubs, and our rosemary is struggling. We've replaced one rose bush but have been advised to wait a bit for evidence of green anything from the other disasters of winter. At least the nurseries will be busy this year.