The peace and calm depicted here is deceptive.
Oh, sure, the oxalis is pretty and soothing. But we currently have cedar waxwings doing their “NEENJA BIRD!” thing in the mulberry trees, attack bumblebees of several species making threatening buzzes around the tumbling waterfalls of wisteria blossoms, and the bamboo has already made one attack on the house.
…No, seriously. I went out in the yard with the dog, wandering around in the sunlight after a few days of drizzle-to-lightning, and found a sprout whose base was about 2/3 as thick as my fist in the process of trying to punch through the roof soffit. Fortunately the tip on a sprouting bamboo is a lot more fragile than you’d think, and it was bending before the roof bits were. The branch loppers made fairly short work of it and its nearby partner in crime. I’ve scouted the rest of the affected areas and there are no more would-be housebreakers. For the moment. A lot of greenbriar sprouts I’ll have to get to, though.
(Why yes, I have a bit of a grudge against greenbriar. Those thorns can go through heavy work gloves. The kind you’d use to keep your tender hands safe from concrete. Ow.
(I’ve been told the tubers are considered edible. My response to that is, which species? Even experts can only get to genus unless they can catch the darn things blooming. Not to mention, saponins? I.e., soap-like chemicals. You first.)
The bumblebees, fortunately, are more buzz than bite. I’ve never been stung by one. (Wasps are another story.) The bumblebees just want you to know they are there. Fair enough.
And it’s not just bumblebees, there are leafcutter bees also enjoying the wisteria. I recognize the glossy green abdomens. I’ve actually seen them at work leafcutting. Fast little buggers. Land, snip a circle, take off – all in about five seconds!
As for the avian ninjas? I’ve read that cedar waxwings actually will show off passing fruit back and forth, part of courtship. I’ll believe they do that… north of here, anyway. Down here they’ve just made it across the Gulf of Mexico, usually with help of a passing front, and they flutter in the foliage like old soldiers wary of snipers spotting them. Which, given hawks and falcons also migrate through here, may mean the birds have more sense than people.
On top of all that the mosquitoes are coming back in force the past few days. And the pollen. Gah.
I love pictures of beautiful natural vistas. I do. But when it comes to dealing with Mother Nature, I want hardened gloves, gardening shears, and possibly a flamethrower.