Spring proceeds apace in spite of the cold weather. The lengthening days encourage the blossoming of what I think is called “winter jasmine” in some of the gardens around town.
The common name for this creature, since it is probably Eptesicus fuscus, was exactly what my son hollered as it fluttered around his room after we retired last night. It (and who knows how many cousins) must be hibernating in our attic and had some how found its way into his bedroom. It flew from room to room in the dark and by the next morning it had settled on the living room wall. I put on my heavy gloves and gently removed him, as I did he (or she) gave a big winter‘s yawn exposing its attractive bat teeth. I easily relocated the fellow to the woods behind the house and then took its portrait. I hope it finds its way back to our attic to complete its sleep. We appreciate all of the work this family does in reducing our night insect population every summer.
I spotted these groundhog (Marmota monax) burrows recently. Unfortunately I did not make it by on the morning of February 2 to find out the prediction on spring’s arrival. Given the usual bright clear weather of an Albemarle winter, they undoubtedly retreated for six more weeks of snoozing. These cozy entrances remind me of Tolkien‘s description of Bilbo’s home, Bag End, and it’s sunny location on the side of a hill in Hobbiton. Wikipedia reports that a groundhog burrow can contain 45 feet of tunnels up to 5 feet underground!
I like to celebrate the end of the gardening year with a bonfire of garden debris (including the Christmas tree) sometime just after the first of the year. This year's holiday activity has delayed the ritual, but my daughter took this photo last year of the New Year's Day event.