I have not been on intimate terms with the Mountain Ash, - I see them around town, and admire their cheery red berries, but not until we moved here in town have I been able to spend any time with them.
The snow keeps coming, intermittently. We expect another few centimeters tonight but I think this is just a ruse on the part of spring, - she needs more time to burst forth in all her glory and so she dallies on the path, sending little March messages ahead of her to foil our expectations.
Nevertheless, when I was out in the garden the other day, examining each nook and cranny for bits of greenery or swelling buds, I came upon the Mountain Ash in the back garden, looking quite elegant, its bark displaying that lovely vibrant shade that speaks of rising sap and swelling buds. There are two narrow, slim Rowans - one at each end of the raspberry patch, but only one of them had these gorgeous pointy grey-green buds.....
Yesterday morning, when the snow was still on the ground and the trees carried it as garlands, just along
the street was this lovely Mountain Ash, festooned with scarlet globes.
More snow tonight, says the weatherman, but spring is close enough that the buds will remain and continue to swell, until all is a tender green again.
I am so impatient!!!