We are in that in-between time,
no longer winter, not yet spring,
when the air is thick with anticipation
and pollen.
Soon the pond will come alive
with its croakings and stirrings
and dozens of little dramas.
[First posted: March 16, 2014]
Foxglove Moments
Foxglove is the name of my property, five acres overlooking the Lewis River Valley that was covered with the wildflower when I first moved here in 1996.
Some days I see nature doing her usual renewal-recycling thing, and
I think: Cool. Plants coming up; trees budding.
And some days
I see magic.
[First posted: March 10, 2014]
Forget the Seahawks.
This is what gets me cheering.
[First posted: February 28, 2014]
The deer have been munching on a rhododendron that was clearly marked “Deer Proof.”
Just my luck the deer on this hillside can’t read.
They stand outside my study window, looking all wide-eyed innocent. “What rhododendron?”
They suggest it may have been a vegan coyote, but I have my doubts.
[First posted: February 17, 2014]
All fluffed up,
brightening winter's drab monochrome.
[First posted: February 12, 2014]
At times, all one needs to be content
is a wood fire and a good book.
Cup of hot cocoa optional.
[First posted: February 11, 2014]
A balmy 33 degrees out (I had to remove a sweater) and still 6-8 inches of snow.
At this rate I should be off my hill probably around May.
Went out to check the road. During these winter storms, it becomes a toboggan run
down to the valley below.
[First posted: February 10, 2014]
Going nowhere today.
Or anytime soon.
[First posted: February 8, 2014]
New neighbors moved in over the weekend.
We're getting acquainted.
[First posted: November 18, 2013]
I once begrudged these little fellows for eating “the birds’ seed,” even investigated ways of keeping them out of the feeders.
But then I realized how much delight I take in their antics and acrobatics. Extra birdseed is a small price to pay for the enjoyment they provide.
[First posted: November 14, 2013]