I took a walk up the hill a few days ago and took some photos of the large Red Bud trees scattered there. I'm hoping to flag a few small ones when they leaf out (small Red Buds don't bloom) to transplant nearer the house. Red Buds in or near my yard have had hard luck. Two were crushed under fallen pines, and the three I've planted have struggled and then died. I think I'm trying too hard. After all, they seem to thrive in the most infertile places.
Afterward, I followed a very obvious and well traveled deer trail through the scrub pines and over to open land again. The red clay really pops against last year's leaves and the bright green of the pine needles.
Check out the phantom image in the tree below. I was quite taken aback - and still am - but figured out the tree's bark had been peeled by my horses as a winter snack sometime in the past couple of years. Apparently my equine have artistic aspirations. But then again, it could be some kind of message for giant rabbits to interpret.
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| A tree that merged with a rabbit? A frog? A tale could be spun to explain... |
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| They really should be called Hot Pink Buds. |
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