Saturday, March 30, 2019

The Growing Season

The new spring grass is growing at a phenomenal rate, I suspect it has something to do with all of the rain that fell throughout the months of February and early March.
 "April showers, Bring May flowers"
Except a little early....
 
 
 

Thursday, March 28, 2019

Heavenly-Scent

I've been enjoying a new candle lately, intoxicatingly delicious, especially on these early March days, when the sun shines hot and the winds blow cold....
 
 

 

Tuesday, March 26, 2019

Optimism

There is so much work to do, after a long winter's nap..
Fluffing and cutting and general sweeping away winter's dust and grime.
The lawns get their first mowing of the Spring season, but I'm resisting the urge to plant flowers until more stable warm weather arrives, since covering plants with white sheets every night, becomes a chore in itself.
We're hoping all the freeze-warnings will soon be a thing of the past, and we can soon return to the outdoors.
I know of two sweet kitties, who are just busting at the seams to join us.
 
 


 
 





Were I to live a thousand years
I still would know that flaming thrill,
That rush of joy when first appears —the golden daffodil.

A thousand times my heart would sing
When purple irises unfold;
Or when forsythia's branches bring
Their dazzling showers of gold.

I could not see an almond tree
With branches all a rosy glow
But that a tide of ecstasy
would through my being flow.

Were I to see, a thousand times,
Blue scilla bells amid green grass,
I know I'd hear their fairy chimes
As I would pass.

Were I to live a thousand years
I'd never watch the nesting birds
Except through eyes bedimmed with tears,
My tongue bereft of words.

Were I to weave ten thousand lays,
Knew I a thousand songs to sing,
I still would lack the power to praise
—the miracle of Spring.

Silver Lining ~Wilhelmina Sitch 1888

Wednesday, March 20, 2019

Welcome Spring

Hello Spring, we've been waiting for you.......

 
The Robins have returned, a sure sign you have arrived.
 
 


Our days have warmed up nicely.
New grass and flowers are beginning their journey to awaken.
Songbirds have returned, and there's a nightly croaking of a frog heard at the tiny pond.
Springtime appears.
 
 
 
 

 
The year's at the Spring,
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hill-side's dew-pearled;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in his Heaven -
All's right with the world ! "

Robert Browning ; The Year's at the Spring.

 


Flowers are budding
Birds are nesting
Bunnies are hopping
Frogs are croaking

 
 
 

Tuesday, March 19, 2019

Color Comes To Town

I know that spring is upon us, when the Redbud trees start giving out their beautiful pink buds.
The redbud is a tree that is valued far more than its small size might suggest. This lovely harbinger of spring has been called “a breath of fresh air after a long winter” and no less than “one of our most beautiful native trees” writes tree expert Michael Dirr, of The Arbor Day Foundation.


It is hard to express adequately the miracle of a tree that had branches so bare all through winter suddenly go from stark brown to magenta.
But there she is again, emerging from her own winter of storms, freeze, winds, and drought, still standing, still surviving, still blooming, still giving.



Saturday, March 16, 2019

Growing

Friday's are very special days for us.
On those days we are fortunate to be the caretakers of our sweet little great-granddaughter Ensley Kate.
She reached a milestone last week of turning six months old, she has two bottom teeth, and more coming in.
This beautiful little bundle of joy brings so much pleasure to our lives, we couldn't be more blessed.


Wednesday, March 13, 2019

Batten Down The Hatches

The wind is blowing a gale.
Birds are literally flying sideways.
Each time I look out of the window, the windmill is turning a hundred miles an hour, if only I knew how to convert that energy into electricity, my utilities would be free for a month !
It's a balmy 77 degrees today, in early March, we are headed for a night of thunderstorms, and mayhem.
March madness no less.
 

Sunday, March 10, 2019

Spring Forward




This Sunday at 2 am our annual clock fiddling takes place once again.
An hour forward to Daylight Savings Time, payback for that extra hour of sleep, we enjoyed so much back in November.
Spring is not far behind,  just ten short days,  what a lovely thought...…
 
                                                   🐇

Friday, March 8, 2019

Returning

The day is dark and gloomy.
A flock of wild turkeys took up residence in the yard, standing in the rain, as if they were enjoying a gentle shower.
It's an encouraging sight to see forty or more wild turkeys when other areas of the state, are experiencing a decline in numbers.

 

Thursday, March 7, 2019

Winter Woods





"You think I am dead,"
The apple tree said,
"Because I have never a leaf to show -
Because I stoop,
And my branches droop,
And the dull gray mosses over me grow!

"But I'm still alive in trunk and shoot;
The buds of next May
I fold away -
But I pity the withered grass at my root."

"You think I am dead,"
The quick grass said,
"Because I have parted with stem and blade!
But under the ground,
I am safe and sound
With the snow's thick blanket over me laid.

"I'm all alive, and ready to shoot,
Should the spring of the year
Come dancing here -
But I pity the flower without branch or root."

"You think I am dead,"
A soft voice said,
"Because not a branch or root I own.
I never have died, but close I hide
In a plumy seed that the wind has sown.

"Patient I wait through the long winter hours;
You will see me again -
I shall laugh at you then,
Out of the eyes of a hundred flowers.

Edith Matilda Thomas  (1854 - 1925)
 

 

Sunday, March 3, 2019

On Hold

My plans were to start a little outdoor spring cleaning this weekend, but you know what they say about the best-laid plans of mice and men.........
The weather has turned wet and cold, with whispers of snow in the forecast,  so most of the cleaning will take place on the inside, accompanied by a cozy fire, and pots of tea galore.
Hoping your weekend is warm and cozy.
 
 

Friday, March 1, 2019

Stirring

A few days of warm sunshine, and everything is unfolding from a winter's sleep.
Fingers crossed Mother Nature is not playing a joke.
 


 
 
 
"For winter's rains and ruins are over,
And all the season of snows and sins;
The days dividing lover and lover,
The light that loses, the night that wins;
And time remembered is grief forgotten,
And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,
And in green underwood and cover
Blossom by blossom the spring begins."

~ Algernon Charles Swinburne, Atalanta in Calydon