The highbush cranberries bear fruit in mid summer. Apparently the fruit, which remains through summer, fall, winter, and early spring, doesn't taste good, so it's eaten by the birds as a food of last resort in early spring before other sources of sugars become available.
The highbush cranberry is more closely related to honeysuckles than to cranberries. They like soil that is consistently moist and well-drained; this one grows about 20 feet from the lakeshore.
Yesterday, I burned another round of fall leaves raked and toted to the fire area by my pal Julie.
While I burned, she uncovered the cottage garden and the rose garden.
The freshly cleared cottage garden made easy feeding for this robin, who didn't mind at all that I was close enough for this shot. He pecked at the ground. Stood erect. Looked around. Hopped a few inches and started all over again. Once he seemed to be looking as intently at me as I was at him.
These crocuses were near the end of their blooming, but still glorious in the sun.
Three years after planting a single poppy plant, we have a bumper crop this year! We'll be transplanting some of them in the next week, weather permitting, along with about half of the plants in the cottage garden. The poppies are usually joined by volunteering motherwort, and they make a lovely welcome at our front door.