Idyllic Day

Gorgeous blue skies and sunshine today.

The perfect day for pottering in the garden, and cleaning away Winter's grime.

The flowers are returning faster than we can count, each day, a new color.

A little spring cleaning, it's good for the soul...

 

 

 

 

 

Easter Blessings

Our Easter weekend has started out as a wet one.

Not the best conditions for those little egg-hunters who are seeking to fill their baskets, and show off their costumes.

Tomorrow the sunshine returns, and celebrations with family and friends are planned.

Wishing you all a blessed and Happy Easter.

He is Risen.

 

 

 

Rebirth

A gentle rain has fallen for much of the morning, but not to be discouraged,  my plans of cleaning around the pond stayed on track.

It always amazes me that despite the freezing water,  soon after Spring arrives, the sound of croaking, once again returns.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cold, wet leaves

Floating on moss-colored water

And the croaking of frogs -

Cracked bell-notes in the twilight.

 

~ The Pond, Amy Lowell

 

 

Peaceful Easy Feeling

 

A peaceful sunset this evening.

Cooler temps, after a hot and breezy Spring day.

Peace.....such a lovely thought.

Nature's Gifts

Off to spend the day at my daughter's little farm.

It's a beautiful place, nestled down a country lane and surrounded by farm fields and rising hills.

One of the perks of farm-life, are the daily fresh eggs.
She shares them with family and friends alike.

If you've never tasted a farm fresh egg, you are missing out, those store bought eggs are just not all they are cracked-up to be.
*giggle*

 

 

 

Farm-fresh eggs have one-third less cholesterol, a quarter less saturated fats and twice as many omega three fatty acids, than store-bought eggs.

They also have more vitamin A and E and seven times more beta carotene.

And more important, the chickens are raised humanely.

 

Egg-gathering always seems to draw a crowd.

 

 

Returning

An altered look about the hills;
A Tyrian light the village fills;
A wider sunrise in the dawn;
A deeper twilight on the lawn;
A print of a vermilion foot;
A purple finger on the slope;
A flippant fly upon the pane;
A spider at his trade again;
An added strut in chanticleer;
A flower expected everywhere ..."

~Emily Dickinson

 

Home Sweet Home

 

 

 

 

                                             "Home, the spot of earth supremely blest,

                                               A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest."

                                                              ~ Robert Montgomery

 

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Special Delivery

My sweet boy Oliver loves a cardboard box better than food, well almost...…..

                                                                 😺

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....

 

 

 

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....

 

 

 

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

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