John Hall frequently photographs his mid-Missouri surroundings, and he has been sharing his images with the Missourian for several years.
The third and fourth day of March dawned a lot cooler than the late February mornings. A mourning dove had reason to mourn in the early morning dawn while awaiting the sun to bud and the magnolia soulangeana to spread its petals pleading for a couple of more days of 50-60 degrees to accomplish that feat. No matter what turns out weather-wise, in the next few days, this tree is loaded with potential that will either see it get bitten badly by cold weather or all the blooms destroyed within a few hours of glory before heavy March winds reduce it to nothing more than a "strip tease tree" without the tease. Spring, with all its promise, is a cruel time of year. Ask those picking up the wreckage of their homes and worldly belongings across the United States Midwest and South as the result of scores of tornadoes.
Left over from last year is a robin's nest high up in the soulangeana. The robins seems to prefer some plastic in their nests, something that "back in the old days" their ancestors didn't have. And if they would come back and see what the younger generation has done they'd accuse them of becoming soft and departing from the ways of their elders. And, on top of that, the elders would accuse the current generation of sloppy home repair. I'll set up a listening device at that nest site this summer and see if the robins will use any part of that nesting material for the new home they will be constructing in a few weeks.
The miniature jonquils are now about 2.5 inches tall and they have reached their maximum height. The blooms will last a few more days and then the little guys and guys will go unnoticed until next year around this time.
There was another set of photos I had planned to send that contained a number of cardinals and mourning doves, but I don't want to flood the market with the same stuff. The reason for considering sending more cardinal photos was due to a nice comment received from Norman Maring in Lexington, Mo. She had seen the last set of my cardinal photos and backing out of her driveway, on the way to work, she noticed a couple of bright ones in a bush. She stopped to "smell the roses" so to speak and adore those birds. After about five minutes, she figured out those bright red things weren't cardinals after all. They were pieces of red paper flapping in the breeze.
But, if any of you see something that really isn't what you think it is, go ahead and enjoy it until something better comes along. In life, what we think we are getting or what we have sometimes pans out to be something altogether different. You can fill in that illustration with one of your own.