Tree of the Week

Flowering Crabapples, Malus Mill. (Pyrus L.)

DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS: Leaves simple, alternate, elliptic to oval in shape (lobed in some varieties), toothed; veins usually ending or forming a network near the margin. Winter twigs moderate in diameter, usually with spur shoots; leaf scars linear or crescent-shaped, small, with 3 bundle scars. Buds small, subglobose to ovoid, with several scales that are hairy at least along the edges. Flowers showy, perfect, regular, in corymb- or umbel- life clusters at the ends of the spur shoots, appearing shortly before, with, or shortly after the leaves in spring; petals 5 to many, white, pink, or reddish, obovate to round; styles joined at base. Fruit a pome, variously sized and colored, but commonly small and berrylike, bright red or yellow, often persisting in winter. Bark smooth or scaly, gray to reddish brown in color.

SIMILAR TREES: Red- and pink-flowered crabs are not likely to be mistaken for other trees, as no other tree has flowers of their shape and color. (Redbud has much smaller, irregular flowers.) White-flowered crabs can be distinguished from serviceberries by their broad petals and later blooming from Callery pear by their united styles and usually later blooming time. At other seasons, crabs can be distinguished from other small trees by buds and fruits.

IOWA DISTRIBUTION: Commonly planted throughout the state.

Forest and Shade Trees of Iowa: Third Edition, by Peter J. van der Linden and Donald R. Farrar

Bachelor Bess Winter Story

Mar. 16, 1913 / Fort Pierre, So. Dak.

To Mrs. M. M. Corey

Dear Ma,—Last Monday and Tuesday were very warm and Wednesday was misty. Thursday it was mist, rain and snow by spells. By five o'clock it was storming to beat seven of a kind. It grew worse and worse and by Friday morning it was the worst blizzard I ever saw and I never expect to see a worse one.

When I get up in the morning I just get already then jump out quick and throw the covers back over the warm places, run and build the fire then crawl back in the warm place till the fire burns up good. Well Friday morning I jumped out of bed right quick and landed in a snow drift. That's once when I yelled now believe me. I just screamed "Golly!" at the top of my voice and made another jump. I didn't go in quite so deep that time and the next jump landed me on the rug before the stove. I couldn't get the fire started for quite a while. Then I looked for the broom to sweep the snow aside before crawling back in bed but Oh grief! there it was on the other side of the drift so I had to go through the snow again. I got into bed and warmed up but my fire went out and I had to build it over again. It wasn't very cold then but kept getting colder. My fire didn't amount to much. The wind blew down the chimney or something so I staid in bed most of the time to keep warm. The storm let up some about five or six in the evening. Yesterday was clear and bright but cold with a sharp north wind. It's the same today.

Bachelor Bess: The Homesteading Letters of Elizabeth Corey, 1909-1919 edited by Philip L. Gerber

Winter Gardening

Thursday/March 9

A whole clatter of display birds showed up for breakfast. Two jays, two pine siskins, two downy woodpeckers, a red-bellied woodpecker, a lady cardinal. And two redpolls quarreling in midair directly ober the feeder, momentarily suspended as in an aerial pas de deux. Why didn't they schedule the Iowa Winter Bird Feeder Survey for today? But the real news this morning was the warmer, more tolerable air that I felt all the way down to campus. Probably because the wind was coming from the southeast rather than the northwest and only moving about five miles an hour. The sky was still clear at that point, but a few hours later when I went uptown to have lunch with Kate, the wind had picked up, and the sky had almost completely filled up with midlevel clouds—signs of the weather's gradually changing over from an arctic front to a warm front. And even if I hadn't checked the outdoor thermometers on the downtown bank building, I'd have been able to feel that the air was distinctly warmer after lunch than before. And warmer still by afternoon.

From Carl H. Klaus's Weathering Winter: A Gardener's Daybook