Ewes in the West paddock. But what I was after was the palette of those trees in the background -- Spring is more than just green. Before the old chlorophyll kicks in, you get a sneak peek at the delicate, young version of pigments that you won't see again until Fall -- pretty!
Green is good too -- Poplars are 'specially good at it!
Okay, I just like this fence line. Something about the way it sweeps up over the little rise maybe? Dunno, But it's also the one I can see out the window by my desk.
They just looked so happy I had to shoot them.
Here in Virginia, at this time of year, it's all about the Redbuds. Everywhere you go, along every road and highway, wherever there are trees, these beauties are in the understory. Some sections of road are lined on both sides to form a Redbud alley. I haven't checked the stats, but I'd be willing to bet the gawking related accident rate really spikes about now. It is truly hard to maintain control of one's vehicle whilst experiencing one Redbud induced orgasm after another.
More proof of my stupidity, but aren't the blossoms cute? Since I was a kid, I've always thought they looked like little kangaroo heads. Come on, work with me here -- see the goofy ears? Okay, yeah, whatever.
Not so pretty, except in a weird, natural historian aesthetic kind of way, but these tent caterpillar nests are another part of Virginia Springtime. The species infests the Chokecherries, of which there are gazillions. When the cherry leaves first come out, a lot of the trees will be stripped bare -- the cyanide in the leaves imparts a defense mechanism to the caterpillars! But then the 'pillars get their fill, and the trees put out a second set of leaves that the 'pillars don't touch, so no harm, no foul, it seems, except for the fugly phase. The tree in the picture is outside our kitchen window -- we let it live, despite its pest-tree status, because this one isn't in a pasture, and it really is a pretty tree most of the time.
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