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Sunday, April 15, 2012
Poncirus, plum and a cat
So lovely and so deadly. There are dried-up oak leaves in the center of this Poncirus that got stuck there a decade ago, and there is no way to get them out. No way.
An attractive and mostly unrecognized native plant: the wild plum (Prunus america). I didn't plant it on my property -- it found its way on its own, along with the oaks and hickories and wild cherries. Right now if you drive into the countryside you can easily spot it in full flower along the roadsides, but if you don't slow down you might think it is a serviceberry. Plum flowers a bit later and readily sends up suckers, often giving it a clonal habit. I've only once found a fruit on it.
The cat came back. We thought he was dead. We didn't seem him for three days and we were dressed in mourning. And then he appeared on the arm of the couch I was sitting on. He was sick with fever and infection, but a trip to vet made him all better.