by George Sibley
I’m writing in the first week or so of the season of plants here in the Upper Gunnison. Probably old news for you by June, but this morning is the first morning waking up to new leaves on the smaller trees. Yesterday morning, those almost unbelievably green leaflets were still just buds, but yesterday afternoon was “June” all the way, despite being only early May. You could practically hear the buds unfolding. The tall cottonwoods are all still in their reddish-brown catkin stage and won’t go green for a few days yet. The grass has been greening up since the soggy days of late April. The perennial flowers are resurrecting, and the lettuce and spinach and carrots are above ground in the cold frame.
