May 23

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Dogwood didn't really do too well this year, around here. Most of the trees looked kinda pitiful.

Here's one of the happy ones.

Mother Nature's "more is better" plan.

One maple tree's failed attempts at procreation.

These made it way beyond the flower stage, but the actual seeds are undeveloped.

Another happy dogwood.

Wisteria is lovely.

And determined and large.  If we wish to properly keep it, we'll build it a VERY sturdy structure to climb on, and we'll be vigilant about containing its spread.

The people who owned the house next door planted it (and English ivy!) immediately before they sold the house and moved elsewhere.

The wisteria (and the ivy, alas) are still expanding.

This isn't my (trashy) Siberian elm tree.  It's considerably higher than the two-story house it is very close to.  It's full of wisteria, and hangs over our driveway.

Wisteria smells very good.

And is very pretty.

Fallen flowers, on the driveway.

I said that the week of the teens was gray and damp, but not full of deluges.

The week of the twenties was full of deluges.  Not steady ones, but sporadic ones.  Sporadic ones heavy enough that one day we got four inches of rain, and heavy enough that this is now officially the wettest spring on record.

Walking, again, in between deluges.

This maple seed has enough oomph to make a tree, I bet.

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