Not of me, of course, I never have a bad hair day since I started cutting it way short and falling into the bleach bottle. I don’t much like my mousey brown hair… Makes me feel like a plain, OLD, Helen and I am fighting that feeling tooth and nail.
Mimosaaas are GORGEOUS… I love the flowers and I especially love them when the tree grows out in the back forty because while being very beautiful when in bloom the nasty messiness come after the blooms but I’ll address that in a bit. For now let’s enjoy the beauty part…
The blooms are so light and airy looking and they do have a sweet but light scent to them.
The small green bundles of b-b sized balls are the flowers to come yet so the trees are just getting into the full flowering phase.
This is an older mimosa that greets people as they drive up the drive. Normally, at least in Oklahoma, 20-30 years is way old for mimosas because they are a more brittle tree and tend to break in our higher storm winds. Plus a lot of folks think they are a nuisance tree and take them out if they are too close to the house or where they park their cars or trucks. This tree is a venerable elder around in these parts.
Another photo from a different angle. You can see how the trunk is bent towards the drive… That whole large limb was broken in a storm and was cut off but the wound healed and the tree hung in there and has continues to share it’s beauty each spring.
This tree is on the backside of the house. I took this photo just to show how tall they can get when they survive the storms without getting broken. The house as you can see from the previous photo is just a single story home with a normally pitched roof so that gives you a sight reference and we all know how I like to give you something to compare size-wise. 
Part of the tree’s umbrella of branches that shade the back deck and side of the house.
I like the texture on the bark of the tree also. This one is the one in the back of the house. It is younger than the one along the drive and the bark is much smoother with the lighter spots all through it.
Now about the bad hair…
This is the little jenny that is in the pasture with the cows. They are very good at protecting the cows and calves and will fight off and even kill coyotes and the occasional cougar that gets a yen for beef. Yes we do have cougars in Oklahoma but they are smaller than the mountain lions that you generally see on the National Geographic Channel or in the movies.
She is very sweet but also shy because she hasn’t been handled much. So naturally I’ve been trying to make friends with her.
Here’s where the bad hair comes into the story. Her hair looks like it’s been fried on the ends. Every time I’m able to scratch her head and ears I want to get some really good conditioner and put on it. Feel free to copy this photo and print it for when you think you are having a bad hair day.
But it doesn’t seem to bother this little guy what her hair looks like. He still tries to make whoopee whenever she doesn’t give him a good swift kick. Although he is shorter than she is he still gives it the good old college try and we are hoping in about 10 months there will be a little one for me to photograph.
I think that just about covers everything for this post… oh, wait. The messy part of mimosas…
I’ll start small…
One of the chairs on the back deck…
More and more mess.
This deck was all swept and cleaned up three days before I took these photos… but I much prefer to leave you with the ahhh in mimosahhhs so here is my favorite photo that I’ve taken with this batch of shots…
Have a great week, y’all. I’ll be posting another farm report on the good day/bad day squash and other garden news in the next day or two.
