I spent several hours yesterday cutting out (and cutting up) infected branches from our chokecherry tree. The fungus isn’t pretty, even from a distance. The tree seems ok otherwise. And if we have a normal spring (not drenched like last April’s 8+ inches of rain), it should recover completely.
The chorus frogs
are smitten. Their mating songs
(times a thousand, at least) have not stopped since yesterday, rising and falling on the breeze. The sound is warm, wet – almost tropical – as much a part of the spring thaw as the sun.
16°C (60.8°F) It rained intermittently all last night. Then, around 9:30 this morning, the heavens opened up a glorious blue dome overhead, fringed with white, flecked with gold, sunbeams streaming through the haze – like the eye of a hurricane, but without the storm. Clouds retreated below every horizon.