Before the end, though, I shuffled through boot-top snow to the tip of Baikie Island.
|Someone had made a trail here, too. Much appreciated.|
At this time of year, the bare alders seem to take on a pinkish tinge towards the tips of the trees; a slight hint of redness against the insipid browns of the winter bush. Looking closely at a branch, I can see why.
|Red alder, Alnus rubra. The long, greenish-yellow catkins appear before the leaves do; male catkins have a touch of red now, and will be quite red when they mature. The dark brown cones are last year's fruit.|
Look at the very tips of the branches. See the new leaf buds appearing? They all have that bit of red, too.
|Another branch, with cones, new catkins, and the pinkish leaf buds.|
At this time of year, when the landscape is painted in grey, grey-brown, grey-blue, and grey-green, this glimmer of warmer colours is welcome. Summer is coming, believe it or not, it tells us.