Found this little guy going from blueberry flower to blueberry flower.

The Stella cherry looks raptor-footed. And here’s the Santa Rosa plum.

The flowers on the Babcock are so different from the others, the punk rockers of the peach world in their spikes of pink.

And in the where did *you* come from department, Wednesday evening I found a small forgotten pot left where the winter rains helpfully dripped off the roof and inside was an apricot that had had what I think of as first year syndrome–where they barely come up and then look dead and you think well that was that. And then the second year they suddenly take off like crazy. I didn’t plant any Anya kernels this year but here it is anyway; all I could guess was that someone out there needs their apricot tree and if I wasn’t going to grow one well then it would just have to grow itself from last year.

I moved it into this somewhat larger pot and it went from tiny scrunched up leaves to three distinct branches and more and much bigger leaves in two days. I could see the difference between morning and evening both days.

It’s going to need a bigger pot, fast. Cool!