Yesterday, David and I had an appointment in Fresno. On the way up, we saw orchards of peaches and nectarines in full bloom, hundreds of acres in various shades of pink. The almonds had largely dropped their petals, and plums were in various stages of bloom to green. There was a light wind, and white cumulus clouds were overhead, a relatively rare sight here. You could see the snow in the Sierras. A beautiful drive. It's nearly peak season to follow the blossom trail.
Most of our own peaches and nectarines are blooming now, too. Peaches and nectarines have not been my most successful fruits. I've posted some new information on peach and nectarine varieties and culture here.
In Fresno, we saw smoke from a big fire, and as we approached home, another ugly, dark gray plume of smoke. As we got close, it looked like it was coming from about where our house is. We started to think about how to get Lucky out of the house. Then a police car in front of us went past our street to regulate traffic on the next block. Fire engines started speeding in. Our house was not on fire. The fire seemed to be coming from a yard where there are frequent recreational bonfires, plus very loud music. We haven't gone over to investigate whether a structure was involved. We hope that it wasn't a housefire. We are thankful that it wasn't OUR house on fire.
Later in the evening, the wind came up, clouds turned black and we had a thunderstorm accompanied by rain. Sparky was insistent on coming in from the garage to be with Maggie, Troy and Lucky. Our biggest dogs are the biggest wimps when it comes to thunderstorms. Dottie laid in a cupboard in the garage on some black trash bags to which she has become attracted. I ordered them years ago from a charity. She tore the box apart to use the bags as nesting material. David moved them to a cupboard, so Dottie moved in on top of them. But the dogs were happy after the storm passed, and we needed the rain.
The biggest news is that David's dad finally went home yesterday, to a wild greeting from his little Boston Terrier, Prissy. She no longer needs to hop the fence to search for him (not that she will necessarily give this activity up). Recovery from his surgery has been a long haul for Dad, and for his wife. It was a good day.
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That blossom trail looks fantastic! Where my parents lived in Kent (SE England) there was a blossom trail through the orchards. Mostrly cherry, apple and pear, though the cherries were best as the blossom came out before the leaves so make a more striking panorama!
Our first dog was terrified of thunder, as was our second, until he became deaf. The cocker spaniel we have now never turns a hair. His only interest is Food!
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