Still looking thorny
I know, it’s like watching the pot on the stove. Greener, bushier. Still no buds.
Let the tree debate continue
The last time I put the near-buds up here, people told us we did not have a lilac. We had a magnolia. This came after a couple years of my dear wife Karen and I calling our front yard spring-flowering tree our lilac. All because that’s what folks on social media told us it was.…
Soon to transform
They won’t stay like this forever on the shore of Onondaga Lake.
A scene that can calm me
I do like standing there alone and looking out over Onondaga Lake. Still.
It’s a bird’s place
I know. Your turf. I didn’t overstay my socially distanced stroll at Onondaga Lake Park.
Ready for plenty
The bench can be overturned and something can be plugged into that cord at Onondaga Lake Park.
It still makes me smile
It’s not yet those precious 15 minutes taking a break from work at the library, but approaching Onondaga Lake Park from Tulip Street in the Village of Liverpool still makes me happier than I was a moment previously.
Hello, buds
I’m yearning for the flowering our our front yard lilac tree. The emergence of buds has my attention.
Soon to be more, the front roses
The green stems on our lovely corner rose bush up front have added growth. Leaves have arrived as we welcome May. Soon, I hope, red blooms.
Hello color purple
At last, our yellow yard spring has a new addition. Yellow, color purple!
Mark Bialczak 