In the garden: After moar rain. Moar thigmotropism!
Yeah, OK, flower, water drops. But anyhow:
(Part of me wants a whole bed of poppies, but I think I like a wildflower mix, with poppies included, that cycles through a whole season even better.)
The sun came out, so glint on the raspberries:
(The raspberries and the forsythia, that is. Missed the filbert. Damn!)
And more glint, from squash climbing up an oak tree, a volunteer that has only recently come to my attention:
At least I think that's an oak tree; aren't those oak leaves?
And here I have an actual practical question: If it is an oak tree, when I break out my shovel, is it worth moving? Right now, it's near the house, and at some point that's going to cause trouble. I have a horrible Norway maple I'd love to cut down, but it's near the power lines and so the city trims the limbs in an ugly way. So maybe cutting that down and replacing it with oak isn't sensible. If I wanted the oak to grow happily, where should I move it to? Or rather, since you don't know my patch of land intimately, what can I get away with? Exactly like the beneficial (and not malevolent) weeds, it makes sense to replant them for my own purposes.