My tree’s buds have started sprouting into little green and red things. Very unscientific language but I’m not well versed in phenological tree changes except when the palo verde trees turn yellow in the spring and mess up everyone’s sinuses. Not me, though. I haven’t had seasonal allergies *knock on wood*.
As for what the experience was like. I had a very profound one. Perhaps it’s because I was listening to Sally Rooney’s ‘Beautiful World, Where Are You?’ on audiobook. Anyway, I realized that these phenology assignment has been like a representation of why I wanted to get out of Arizona for so long. I missed the seasonal changes that each year brought. Obviously, in the desert, there isn’t autumn where all the leaves change color or winter where it snows and you get a white Christmas. The only seasonal changes there would be springtime (My favorite AZ season. My favorite season, in general, is fall, so you can see how I would have missed experiencing autumn for 10 years) where all the flower bushes bloom. Other than that it’s just summer and then hotter summer. But these phenology assignments have “forced” me to go and actually take note of all that is happening. Quite a pleasant day.