April; so eagerly awaited and seemingly over in the blink of an eye. Every year it happens to me. I wait, somewhat impatiently, for color to arrive. There are the crocuses, the daffodils, tulips and some other “minor” bulbs. Then the trees get in on the act and the world erupts in every conceivable color.
It’s January. It’s cold. What would you except; it’s winter. I bundle up before going to work and shed excess garments back at my desk. The wait is on for that gradual warm up, which never arrives early enough, and the very first (late winter or) spring flowers. In the meantime I try to entertain myself at home.
The Japanese beetles arrived last month in fairly large numbers and they are devouring their favorite foods; rose petals, the flowers of the rose of Sharon (which is not a rose) grapevine leaves or some of their preferred trees; willows (Salix), cherry plum trees (Prunus cerasifera) or corkscrew hazelnut shrubs to name just a few.