Well. On our hike this weekend, we climbed a 1160 foot peak. Okay, it doesn’t sound like much, but it’s higher than we’ve climbed yet — we felt liked we’d climbed up to a different world. Up on top we saw three coyotes and another burrowing owl, attracted no doubt by the active ground squirrel colony. On the way down we saw a white-tailed kite. And we also saw a bunch of smaller birds — maybe western meadow larks? It’s kind of amazing how much there is to see, and not that far away.
Then we came home. A and A had made a pot roast, so we stayed to eat dinner and watch a movie (The Man Who Wasn’t There by the Coen Brothers — a sort of disquieting movie, actually). February is a good month for getting together with friends.
Sunday K had to go to work, but I finally tackled the pruning. The plum is a weeping plum, and I don’t really know what to do with it, but I also think it doesn’t actually need much done. But the apple — it hasn’t been pruned in 5 years, and before that badly. I think I actually made it a lot better, and it was so nice to be high up in the bare tree on a beautiful day. It has such lovely smooth gray bark.
I was just about to admit that spring is nearly here. Up in my tree I started to have all kinds of ideas about moving rosebushes here and there (some of which actually has to be done), but today it is rainy and cold, so I have a few more weeks to think about it.
The tree above is a buckeye tree with a blackberry vine growing through it, Can you see how it’s about to leaf out?