Sssshhhh… I have to say that very quietly because even the words p-e-a-c-h f-u-z-z give my daughter the icks.
This is another installment in my bud fest. If you want to catch up, here are the previous exciting episodes: Early Birds, The Dawn Chorus and Bursting Buds, The Ugly Duckling Becomes a Beautiful Swan and Cauliflorescence!
We have a good fruit set on our peaches. Here is the tiny little fruit, looking half-cuddly and half-menacing.
You can also see little cherries. The papery blossoms rub off cleanly in a very satisfying way, to reveal shiny little green beads of unripe fruit. The cherries will get heavier, weighing down the stems, allowing them to elegantly dangle (two words I have never put together before).
You can also see pears swelling beneath the stamens of the spent blossom. We will have to thin the fruit by at least a half, because the tree is always over-burdened.
The damson is looking beautiful in the evening sun, the anthers lit up like filaments in a light-bulb. Note the seed-fluff and spider-web silk too:
The quince is almost, but not quite, out. It reminds me of a meringue swirled with strawberry. Or to be less sophisticated, an iced gem. You know, the little bite-size biscuits from children’s parties?
But my favourite might have to be the crabapple, Malus ‘Royalty’ (my guess) or ‘Prairie Fire’ (Stevie’s guess). I think Stevie may be right.
The star of last week’s installment is still looking lovely. The little pink bunnies are all singing their hearts out:
Gathering steam are the lilacs, Syringa vulgaris. First in bud:
And then peeping out:
I am looking for a positive id on this lilac if anyone is able to vouch for its identity? We were lucky enough to inherit four different varieties of lilac. I may have to write a separate post with them all. I have just cut a few stems for the kitchen table and the fragrance is divine.
For the last couple of weeks, the walnut has stolen hearts, looking quite dapper. I am sorry to say that standards are slipping. A certain Devil-may-care, roughness around the edges has crept in.
The lime retains its fresh-faced innocence:
It is really lovely in the evening sun.
Acer drummondii is looking distinctly bat-like:
Anaemic bats, but bats nevertheless. Can you see the baby bats clinging to the lowest branch?
As the quince has not quite flowered in time for this post, I might just have to sneak another bud-watch post in next week. There may be more fuzz. Who knew there was so much to talk about with tree buds?
Are there any lilac or malus experts out there? Can you help confirm the identify these two suspects?