The storms arrived on Tuesday evening. The wind had been bending the branches of the trees since the late afternoon. It rained until just before sunrise. The gray clouds passed quickly by the rising sun turning orange, yellow, and pink before disappearing over the horizon leaving the sky as blue as the feathers of a bluebird.
On previous visits to the Arboretum, I had seen songbirds perched on the branches of an old tree at the edge of the field. I walked to the tree early on Sunday morning.
There was an Eastern Bluebird on a branch near the top of the old tree. He stayed still long enough for his picture to be taken.
On the way to the old tree, I passed rose bushes on the edge of the field and a few brightly lit Maple tree leaves.
On Saturday morning, I started the walk in the gardens.
There were many flowers blooming. They will have their own post. After walking in the gardens, I went to the place in the woods where I saw the pink mystery wildflowers, the Buttercups, the Wild Columbines, and the Wood Anemones on the last visit. They were all gone. I saw a few Phlox flowers. The Virginia Waterleaf flowers were still blooming in the woods and in the Shade Garden.
While I walked in the woods, I heard three Cardinals singing. One after another they sang and then paused and then sang again. It started to rain and I had to leave. One of the Cardinals appeared on the branch of a nearby tree to sing his song as I was putting the backpack and the camera in the car. I stood for a moment in the rain and listened one more time.
Take care and thanks for reading.