Spring pansies

Frantic Wind

Frantic wind, running in circles
Screeching warnings and throwing
anything that stands in your way

What’s bothering you?

Yesterday you were warm and gentle,
kissing cheeks and shaking hands with
flowers

What’s happened to you?

Is it because we’ve closed our windows
and shut you out with the rain?

Pull yourself together, play nice
with the rain…

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The weather has gone from eighty-two days ago to a high of forty today. Blustery winds could blow you away. My dog is terrified of the noises the wind makes inside the house. I spent yesterday laying with her on the floor so she could relax. She tends to sit on the floor beside my chair at attention, much like the guards before the palace. She cannot relax, eat, or lay down. I even had to add an old quilt to the vacant side of my bed for her so that both of us could get some sleep. I hate animals in my bed so this is the ultimate sacrifice of love for her. She is a rescue dog and I believe her to have been sorely mistreated. Four years later she is still terrified of the sound of the AC and heat when it is on and will not enter a room. Forget using a broom around her. Poor baby……

On a good note the baby geese are growing quickly, hard to believe they were hatched on V-Day. I love to watch them with their parents, military like training tactics. A hawk circled them as they swam and foraged for food. The parents, ever vigilant, honked warnings to the hawk nonstop until he finally retreated. I found I was holding my breath at times as he circled lower.

I hope the cold, high winds and near freezing temps at night will not kill my emerging plants. I am so anxious to see the flowers bloom. I would be surprised if this crazy wind does not pluck them from the ground and hurl them into the pond.

I smelled a beautiful scent in the air on Saturday, grabbed my camera and went to find it. White flowering trees along a path into the neighbors field. I snapped a few pic’s that do not do the trees justice. The smell was heavenly though I could not identify the trees.

Well friends have a blessed day and stay safe and warm. Spring will be here soon and all that comes with it….

Busy, busy, busy

I have been negligent here keeping track of blessings. The weather has been so grand that I spend most of my time in the yard making new gardens and putting in a small pond. The pond is turning out to be more complicated than I had imagined, a leak. I’m sure I stepped on a sharp stone and punctured the lining.

On a happier note the Geese brought the babies down for their first swim on Valentines Day. I must note this was the nicest V Day gift I have ever received. They grow so fast, I am amazed how fast they can waddle to keep up with the parents. Yesterday they were foraging along the bank and a hawk kept circling, I was terrified for them.

Small green shoots are popping up everywhere. I have planted so much I can’t remember what is what. I kept pulling this weed that was invading the bank of my dry creek bed. I wondered why my Rock Cress hadn’t emerged yet. I researched it and believe that the pictures on the net look like the plants I have been pulling…… Sometimes I amaze myself. I will try to refrain from weeding until I am certain what I am doing, if I don’t forget. I am getting so dingy.

The new border lilies have little pink buds on them. I am excited to see them open, maybe for Easter. The new rose bushes are bursting in new leaves. I’m like an expectant mother waiting for the birth, visiting the nursery over and over, imagining the baby here.

God is grand. 

 

Perfect Rainy Day

Umbrella frayed, raindrops dripping through
Clouds riddled with holes, sunlight streaming rays
A grand and perfect rainy day

Raindrops collecting into

puddles

Small

bodies of water floating leaf boats
A child’s imagination sprouts

Small seeds germinate, send up shoots
Reach for the sunlight, sip raindrops
The farmer smiles at his emerging crops

I admire my flowers dancing in the rain
Smell the showered air and damp earth
Whisper a thank you for Earths  rebirth

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To a new day…

Surrounded by Gods wonder, blessings everywhere……. The weather has been in mid to high seventies and flowers are sprouting up. Trees are putting on small green buds, birds busy building new nests, a time of renewal.

The duck/goose eggs are still being tended by an anxious mother, although she does occasionally escape long enough for a swim with daddy. He looks so forlorn spending days alone. Soon the ducklings will hatch and the training will begin. Last summer it was a joy to behold. The parents are almost like military in training tactics.

I take great pleasure in sitting on my porch after completing my gardening and watching life unfold around me. Fish jumping in the pond, turtles sunning on the shore. I do miss my gardening friend the Heron who watched me all winter. I hope he has a place in Heaven……..

 

Spring is in the air….

 

The rain has stopped…

So much rain I was busy building an ark, kidding of course. But did we ever get rain……….It has been cold the last two days and today mid 60’s again. I see that the rain helped some of my new bulbs shoot up, I’m surprised that the armadillo missed them.  There is a God! Actually I know there is a God and he is awesome.  I would not be here today if not for him and the power of prayer.

I felt bad for the birds so I kept the feeders full they ate $25.00 worth of food in two days and many hid from the wind and rain on my porches and in the carport. I’m not too fond of cowbirds but they need to eat too. There were two pair of blue birds in the flower bed this morning. My window was to spotty from the rain I couldn’t get pictures. I really hope they will take up residence in the new bird houses I put up this winter.

I am so anxious for spring, I can’t stay away from the gardening sites and catalogs. Keeping the mail man/woman busy delivering. I can’t believe I spent so many years in Michigan winters, about six months of winter in my opinion. I do miss the summer and fall. Well I’m off to read gardening catalogs on the porch and watch the water recede. Have a glorious Saturday……