Month: March 2015

a day

I have a cold. Or maybe it’s allergies. Regardless, I am not my usual peppy self. Therefore, I am showing you pictures that I took yesterday with my iPhone. As much as I grumble about modern technology, I do like that I can take pictures with my phone and send them around the world at a moment’s notice.

Pay attention, this won’t take too long.

My assistant, Willy showed up at 9 p.m. and helped me to make a retaining wall system for the garden. I have been wanting to do this for weeks but this was the first day that it was warm enough (mostly) to dig trenches for the walls to fit in. I had made a template and was able to fabricate this project fairly easily as I had gotten the steel cut for a different project which never happened.

Since the steel sheets had been hanging around the studio for a while, they had picked up the markings of a cat…probably Izzy, but it could also have been Max, you never know.

My guess is that Izzy is the culprit
My guess is that Izzy is the culprit

Here is the finished project waiting for a load of dirt and compost to be dumped in each section. It’s going to be an awesome addition to the veggie garden…

steel walls for the garden
steel walls for the garden

So then, because I wasn’t feeling very well, I didn’t get much accomplished the rest of the day. I did, however, manage to capture Ginger in an unusual position. Well, maybe not so unusual.

exhausted
exhausted

It was such a treat to sit on the back steps without a coat and feel the sun and see the blue sky.

blue skies, shining on me
blue skies, shining on me

And since I’ve shown you one primary color, I might as well show you the other two…

red and yellow make orange
red and yellow make orange

I don’t have any pictures of the end of my day…my neighbor has two new horses at her farm and I went over to meet them. But that’s for another post…maybe.

It has come to my attention that it has been a while since I posted pictures of the kangaroo…my bad. She has gone through quite a bit of forward and backward motion, but she’s getting closer to being finished…

as of March 18th
as of March 18th

one two three

First there was one

sparrow

then there were two

sparrows

they hopped

and skipped

and chewed on grass

and flew around

as if the world was theirs

to control

sparrows sparrows sparrow sparrow sparroweach one had

different markings

sparrow sparrow

out of the blue

a third one flew

into the picture

sparrows

and then back out of it

sparrow

This time I made sure of what theses birds were before I wrote this blog. According to Cornell Lab of Ornithology, they are American Tree Sparrows. (Thanks Melinda)

“Plump and long-tailed, American Tree Sparrows are busy visitors in winter backyards and weedy, snow-covered fields across southern Canada and the northern United States. Hopping up at bent weeds or even beating their wings to dislodge seeds from grass heads, they scratch and peck the ground in small flocks, trading soft, musical twitters. Come snowmelt, these small rusty-capped and smooth-breasted sparrows begin their long migrations to breeding grounds in the tundra of the far North.”

In other words, they have already flown north and won’t be back until next winter. I’ll be waiting for them…

The second flowers

The little yellow flowers

push their way through

the pile of

ground up

autumn leaves

that were spread

over the garden

when it was put to sleep

a mere five months ago

and whisper,

the time has come

to begin

the fun.

Unfurl the petals

and soak up

the sun.

Then they sigh with pleasure,

Spring is here

it really is.

yellow
yellow

Of course the crocuses are going to have to take one more little rest, it is supposed to snow on Friday. But I’m okay with that because crocuses don’t lie. Spring is here and I am enjoying finding all the little hints of growth and renewal.

Oh, and the reason I called this post the second flowers is because the witch hazel bloomed first.

night and day

The moon

carves out shadows

in the snow

then replaces them

so the sun

can do the same thing.

moonshine
moonshine
sunshine
sunshine

The other night I was standing in the window looking out onto the newly fallen snow in the moonlight. I thought I would try to take a picture of it which didn’t work out so great but at least you get the idea. The next morning, a beautiful sunny morning, I stood at the same window when the sun was in a similar position. Sometimes life just seems too cool not to notice it and take pictures of it.

five days

It was a mere

five days

that made the

difference.

the snow
the snow
the melt
the melt

Five days of 50 degree weather takes 10+ inches of snow and ice and pulls them into the stream. It is so loud I can hear it from the house. Needless to say the sledding is over, but I’m okay with that, I am enjoying walking normally without slipping and sliding. The ground is super wet and squishy, it squelches as I walk on it and the dogs have no problems bringing it in the house. The sun feels oh so good and I am happy hearing the birds do their spring thing. Yesterday I planted some seeds in indoor/outdoor planter boxes that I made with my niece and the smell of the dirt was so very lovely. I can almost taste the lettuce and beans already…

fog

The fog outside

matches that

in my brain.

It is a day

when clarity is

elusive

and one long nap

seems imperative.

A day to

hear the phone ring

in the distance

and pull the covers

over my head

to block out

the sound.

A day to

wear the wrong shoes

and tromp in the snow

to take pictures

of the hopes

and tears

of spring.

through the fog
through the fog
barely there
barely there
drip
drip
in the rain
in the rain
a glimpse of colors to come
a glimpse of colors to come