Monday, May 14, 2012
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Strawberries
The strawberries are in. About a quart today. I ate my share standing in the garden, ripping their green tops off with my teeth. Noah ate his for dessert, tossed with sugar.
Friday, May 11, 2012
Baby Bird
If you look closely you can see a nest among the roses, and in that nest are four baby robins. They hatched today. Who can know, but I imagine this is the same family of robbins that nested in the spruce tree next to the porch last spring, and lost their entire brood when the nest fell from the branches. I watch this nest nervously, because it has a serious list. The tilt means I can sit on the couch in the living room and look into the nest and the gaping baby mouths...but I wish the babies were safer.
Today my friend is delivering her baby boy. Her beloved baby girl died about 5 months ago. I am breathless, seeing this hope: life is good, life is joyful, life is worth trying again. The birds know it, my friends know it, and I try to know it, too.
Today my friend is delivering her baby boy. Her beloved baby girl died about 5 months ago. I am breathless, seeing this hope: life is good, life is joyful, life is worth trying again. The birds know it, my friends know it, and I try to know it, too.
Tidy
I had to mark the moment: my garden looks tidy. Not perfectly weeded or mowed, not bloomingly beautiful, but tidy. As I am not by nature a tidy gardener this is no common thing.
Even the vegetable garden, that den of bindweed and blowing straw, is looking quite cleaned up. Yes, yes, there are weeds in the paths. There will always be weeds in the paths. Today I am just glad that, from a distance, my garden has some order.
Monday, May 7, 2012
On High Spring and Tailoring
Peony from front bed |
Siberian iris |
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