prune picker

This is the blog of a prune picker. (Native born Californian) Retired oilfield. I am an old man. (91) I blog a lot about my body and getting old. As I approach death life gets more interesting. More interesting is not good. I still drive. I attend sports, music, and civic events. I am writing my memoirs. I attend swim class three times a week. Some of my blogs might be interesting. A lot of my blogs are silly and trivial. None are very long.

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Spring officially starts March 20. (Vernal Equinox)

But spring starts according to the old prune picker when you can see a green cast when looking into a North Louisiana barren hardwoods forest. During winter every hint of green is gone in the hardwoods.  Then some blooms appear. Flowers, bulbs, Japanese magnolias, and Bartlett pears. But still no green cast in the hardwoods.

After the first blooms I look into the woods every day and try to see the first hint of a green cast (leaf buds).  For days I look. Well yesterday I saw it. March 11, 2013 was the start of my spring. Nine days before the official spring.

Here are some new pictures of Bartlett pears around Ruston.

1 comment:

  1. On our way home from Carmel, Annie and I enjoyed the blossoms in all the nut orchards of Maricopa Flats between Paso Robles and the I5. Happy early spring, Daddy.


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