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The peonies have begun to bloom. Their bright beauty, popping against the green backdrop, draws the eye. An overnight storm left the large, heavy blossoms slightly droopy from the pummeling rain, but their loveliness is irrepressible. These delicate flowers burst forth in showy glory, but don’t last long – a feast for the eyes while they’re here.
May you find some natural beauty this Friday.
Anthropomorphizing much? Sure…but I’ve come to think of the big silver maple as a stately lady, especially at this time of year, when her samaras rain down to earth. They’re edible, but I don’t harvest them for two reasons: (1) I have plenty of other food options and (2) I want to see the seeds germinate in the soil.
As today’s breezes blow the samaras hither and yon, I’ll be wishing them luck and hoping they begin life – just as the maple is, no doubt.
Strangely, it snowed yesterday. That’s not unheard of for this time of year, but the accumulation was surprising. It’s a bit…disorienting…waking up to snow on the ground in spring.
Continue reading “Around The Farm: (Late) Spring Snow Surprise”
It’s a spring rite of passage, finding the discarded shells of hatching robins below the towering maple tree. The beauty of the color stops me in my tracks and I am compelled to examine the shell fragment, imagining the chick that triumphantly emerged, and soaking in that stunning blue.
Continue reading “Haiku: Blue Is The Color Of Hope”
Among the growing grass littered with tiny flowers, where it’s quiet and dewy, violence occurred. All that was left as testament to the life of a rabbit was bits of velvety brown fur; of a songbird, bright yellow feathers, strewn upon the ground.
Continue reading “Haiku: Evidence Of Endings”
One of the surest signs (other than the fabulous uptick in laying by the poultry) of spring’s impending arrival is the sudden, almost magical, reappearance of the dependable day lilies. Though they die each season, leaving just the detritus of dry stems poking up from the ground, one day, tiny green shoots appear…and, soon, the reborn blooms will assert their fiery orange cheer on the world. I eagerly await their return!