I have an appointment with my orthopedist this week, so enough complaining for now.
Later that day, I took a very small walk around the yard, and sat outside with my knee up, capturing lots of bird images. If you know me at all, you know that this is one of the things in this world that I simply love doing.
The entrance to my husband’s garden. This made me smile.
As did these images of birds caught in mid-flight . . .
* sigh *
They smell quite nice.
And they are so elegant-looking.
The black locust is native in the United States from Pennsylvania to northern Georgia and westward as far as Arkansas and Oklahoma, but has been widely spread. The tree reaches a height of seventy feet, with a trunk three or four feet in diameter and brittle branches that form an oblong narrow head. It spreads by underground shoots. The leaflets fold together in wet weather and at night; some change of position at night is a habit of the entire leguminous family. ~from Wikipedia
We have several black locust on the property, and they are the tallest among all of the trees here. In early May, their fragrant flowers grace the edges of the yard, and later as the flowers dry and begin to fall in the gentle breeze, they look like snow. It’s absolutely beautiful and something I look forward to every spring.
The old grapevine marks the edge of my husband’s vegetable garden. We’ve been enjoying fresh lettuce for the past couple of weeks, and there’s tomato plants galore. Why he plants so many tomatoes is beyond me, but I take the excess to work where they’re greatly appreciated every summer.
And I get to live on caprese salad here.
"It is neither wealth nor splendor, but tranquility and occupation which give happiness." ~Thomas Jefferson
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UPDATE: I had originally written this post identifying the black locust trees as black WALNUT trees. I do this all the time with my mixing up of species and I apologize for it. They are black locust trees. Sorry about that, folks.