The Yellow Season

It happens every year.  The acacias start it off as the yucca begin to sprout.  I was worried about my newly planted tree trying to draw water up from the parched soil and finding nothing of value. Would it bloom in its first season?  I'd been following instructions and gradually reducing the frequency of watering.  

But I was worried.  It hasn't rained in a while.  I really didn't want it to fail. I wanted it to enjoy a yellow season of its own.  So,  I set the nozzle to flat spray and filled the low-tech slow irrigation system - two 10 gallon planters with small holes in the bottom.

And it worked. These little buds appeared on tiny branchlettes (is that a word?).

There are leaves on some of them and buds on others.  This feels unusual, but I'm not looking this gift horse in the mouth.

His big brother in the back yard looks like this.

I'm going to keep watering the little one and encourage more buds to appear.  It takes a while for those buckets to fill.  My phone plays the Grateful Dead and I extol his beauty.  

I believe that makes a difference.  Who's to say that it doesn't?