Me too, Richard. While checking the cattle and the rain gauge yesterday, Robbin and I were surprised by a smaller percentage, it seems, of non-budding oak trees. Clearer with time. Stockwater is still an issue, and irrigation water for Valley farmers remains a major concern.
They are, indeed, Blue Oaks. The first thin leaves will be a light, translucent green to become a thick, dull turquoise as they mature to endure our hot summers. Truly native, they have evolved. To see a large percentage die due to the prolonged drought would be alarming — we’ll see.
Very nice, both poem and picture.
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Thank you, Leonard 🙂
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beautiful !
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Thanks, Gill 🙂
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Holy doodle, that is magnificent!
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Glad you liked it 🙂
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Stunning . . .
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Thanks, Peter 🙂
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Ah, life was only dormant after all. I’ll feel even better when you can show some green on those trees and the lake filling up
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Me too, Richard. While checking the cattle and the rain gauge yesterday, Robbin and I were surprised by a smaller percentage, it seems, of non-budding oak trees. Clearer with time. Stockwater is still an issue, and irrigation water for Valley farmers remains a major concern.
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What a beauty! What is the purple coloring on the trees, which I assume are oak?
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They are, indeed, Blue Oaks. The first thin leaves will be a light, translucent green to become a thick, dull turquoise as they mature to endure our hot summers. Truly native, they have evolved. To see a large percentage die due to the prolonged drought would be alarming — we’ll see.
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