Monday, March 27, 2017
Sunday, March 26, 2017
So when the rain temporarily ceased, I (who am not a morel) went searching in the universe for other signs of spring, edible and not, and, dog my cats, I found some. The daffodil is not in my yard.
Plenty of brand-new Turkey Tail mushrooms and those brown Japanese wood-ears were growing on downed trees.
I and my neighbor Terri vote that spring should last all year. Yourself?
Wednesday, March 22, 2017
|East to west through 3 rooms|
March 2017 has been 81 degrees and then 24 at night, and then it snowed, but every time this happens I frame it as spring starting all over again. Spring is a limited-time-only thing and I set the alarm now to get up before dawn so I experience as much of spring as possible. I think somehow it appreciates me back, turning all soft and green and baby blue.
Monday, March 13, 2017
Luckily I'd chosen that over planting vegetable seeds. Never be fooled by Missouri weather. During the warm days the bluebirds arrived and I raked up leaves into long landing strips of wet earth and sparse grass because they eat by pinning live prey to the earth. They do that more easily if the ground is free of fallen leaves and I was promptly at their service because bluebirds are among the top 100 things about life. I am their custodian. May I be always strong enough to do the job.
While looking for beauty I found a nest I'd never seen before although it had to have been there all winter.