Two weeks of unseasonably warm/hot weather, and now, spring has sprung. Pollen is in the air. Look at my puffy eyes. But I am so happy. When I looked out the door and saw that our little red bud tree had blossomed overnight, I had to go talk to it.
"Well, aren't you as pretty as a picture? You just keep on growing, and one day you are going to be a big shade tree. Drink all the rain water that you can."
Bill caught me whispering sweet nothings. "What ARE you doing? You aren't talking TO that tree, are you?"
"What would you say if I told you I was talking to myself?"
He shook his head, snapped a picture and laughed.
"I am coaxing this baby to grow. Carbon dioxide helps growing things bloom."
He's my funny honey. He said, "Come here baby, and let me breathe on YOU."
If only I'd had my camera with me when the racket in the sky caught our attention. They were a few feet above our heads. A duck was in hot pursuit and inches away from a crow. That duck was snapping and quacking trying to bite that crow's tail. I've seen a flock of small birds dive bomb a hawk or crow, but I have never seen an attack duck. I'm telling you, it was a sight to behold.
But then, Bill would say the same thing about me talking to the tree.
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I caught my husband talking to his turkey. That's not a euphemism. He was outside in the pen, with his arms around that bird, saying, "Who's a big turkey? Who's a big fat turkey? Him's a big Tom turkey!"
And, much like your red bud, I imagine, there was no answer from the object of his affection.
I have heard talking to your houseplants works, makes them grow. Just read about a couple in Colorado at turn of century...she brougth elm tree sapling from Nebraska...gave it her dishwasher and a talk everyday...it lived, the only tree in sight! Redbuds are sweet little trees....
Awww, it's a cute little Red Bud tree. But why were they named Red Bud, when they are obviously more in a purple shade? I guess same reason someone named the Missouri State Bird the Bluebird, because I've NEVER seen one, EVER!
That duck is funny. Taking no chances with his territory.
I talk to flowers all the time, Linda. Try to keep them alive. You look great! So glad the pretty tree bloomed. YIKES. We don't have anything in bloom here.....yet. Still on the chilly side. Susan
What a lovely tree!
And knowing Bill, I imagine he'd like you to breathe on HIM, so something can grow...right?
Ah, I think we all talk to something or someone (crazy drivers?) at some point. Love the picture, you and the tree are lovely!
Many things in early bloom here too. My husband cut the grass over the weekend. Now this is a first for March!
Happy Monday,
Karen
The redbuds are beautiful... we have lots here.
Lovely picture, and it's a lovely little tree. Isn't it wonderful to see all the signs of spring appearing everywhere. Still a bit chilly over here though.Really looking forward to some warmth soon - I hope!!
Oh yes, why not talk to the trees and the flowers and the birds and the bees - they're all living.
Doesn't everyone talk to plants???
The trees are in full bloom here, which is unheard of for March. I'm loving every minute!
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