Showing posts with label maine spring 2014. Show all posts
Showing posts with label maine spring 2014. Show all posts

Monday, May 12, 2014

☼ Forest & Field Happenings ☼

Plant Babies got moved to the Big Shed

Things are getting busy, buzzy, and buggy!  A warm day today. A good amount of  time spent in the gardens.  Feels good to get things done then come inside and find a bunch of Etsy sales.  It was a very good day!


 Made even better with the first asparagus for dinner!

Runa nabbed one too!



Planted early potatoes today so this garden is all planted!


DH rototilled on the weekend so just getting started with the Big Garden.
Artichokes in the ground!


Sunflower House Planted!


My planting outfit...white repels blackflies?!?



Not much time for the forest today...took a little tidbit to the Ravens.
This is the first time they both stayed in the nest and were quiet when I came!
Think they are becoming accustom to me and know I am a bringer of gifts.


Wishing you well with however you spend your spring!

Monday, May 5, 2014

☼ Forest & Field Happenings ☼


Time to break my silence.  Spring is still coming on at a very slow pace.  Cold and windy most days.  All this grey weather has put me in a rather quiet disposition....haven't really felt like I have had much to say.  So I came up with this idea of just reporting the events of the fields and forest until I find my words again.  There is plenty going on, like this pair of visiting Hooded Mergansers!  My quiet is peaceful and full of joy.  Just quiet....so here is a bit of the happenings....


There are a pair of nesting Ravens not far from our house!


They are able to hide deep in their nest...but I see them everyday...just can't get a photo.


I have been leaving them treats on this stump near their tree.  Here is some suet.  
Saturday Runa killed a vole in the garden...I brought it here...next time I walked by it was gone!



Have thrown caution to the cold, wet, winds by planting my peas, beets, salad greens, & summer carrots.  
Raspberry rehab is still progressing.



My swing automatically appeared!  
I find swinging to be a great stretch after a day of garden work!


First wildflowers ~ Coltsfoot ~ Tussilago



New Turtle log this year


and the Turtle returned!


That's what happening here...how's your spring?

Friday, April 4, 2014

SPRING MORNING ~ Woodcock Buzz

Runa having a snow bath...hopefully one of the last...
Hemmed in by rotting snow....or so I thought.  I went out early a few moments ago to photograph the mote of melted land that is surrounded by rotting snow.  Yesterday evening I tried to venture near the pond.  A few steps in and I sunk to my knees.  I had intended to write about being trapped and confined to walks on the road.  But the buzzy sound of a woodcock interrupted my thoughts of confinement which was soon followed by wild turkey gobbles ~~~ Spring!  Even though I was only dressed in my robe I took a few steps onto the morning shaded snow.  It held me!  


Not really "dressed" for the occasion but, I didn't want to take the chance that the thaw would happen at any minute so I took a little walk.  Here are a few scenes from my short circuit...as soon as I left the safety of the shadows I began to sink.




With the sound of the woodcock and the sight of swelling pussy willows I say good bye to winter.... finally!  It may interest you to know that I have not left this place for 20 days (walks on the road only exception).  I broke my previous record of 16 days.  Time to let go of my winter solitude and hibernation and embrace the increasing light! (I have plans to go out this evening...my monthly-ish meeting with my spirit sisters for an evening of food sharing and philosophical discussions~~~sweetness)


Good-bye Snow


Welcome Light

"Hope" is the thing with feathers - (314)

“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -

I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.

http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/171619