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Spring has sprung!


We have been enjoying some bright, sunny, warm days and pleasant nights for sleeping with the windows open.

Robins have constructed a nest in the crook of the gutters, Mr. Woodchuck made a brief appearance, the spring peepers have performed with a great deal of gusto, Mr. and Mrs. Mallard have returned from their winter down south – and I saw an owl, perched upon a dead tree, seemingly directing traffic on a busy route.

Life is good.

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I took some time to walk about at the Sagawau Canyon Environmental Center; a slow walk with the sound of songbirds, the babble of a brook coming tumbling out of the canyon. At first, I thought this was a bluebird oh, how I hoped it was!  He sat on the pole for the longest time, serenading with all his might, then, suddenly swooping into the cerulean sky, his true love joining him in a a dance of love.


I never, ever tire of this, dear reader; this primal rhythm of love and life and nature with the slow pull of wonder that leads me to wander about my garden, into the woods, across the arboretums and conservatories and lands that have been wisely conserved for generations upon generations to enjoy.


I “get it”.  I think I understand Mr. Emerson’s words that “earth laughs in flowers”.

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Bluebells:stump Woodland flowers Robin's egg:crushed IMG_6586 IMG_6753Brunerra:2016

There have been several days of hard work in the gardens, for sure. Two beds are now raked clean of winter’s wrath, three more beds still sit await, including the swath of prairie we have been slowly developing. There is a bit of a story of our little prairie that I will try to share in another post. Let me just say that where there is smoke, there is fire (and not-to-worry, all’s well that ends well).

Along with my “walk-about”, there is “here-about” the tender emergence of Mayapples, brunnera, and celandine poppies. Lily of the valley are pushing through, as are lungwort and feverfew, marjoram and lavender. Siberian squill is abundant – and then, there are the sweet violets that I first noticed while walking the grounds on my mother’s birthday.

Ma’s name is Violet.



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Daffodils:front in sunWhat wonders these are; these daffodils and the changing light, a patch Lily-of-the-valley hugging the brick wall and the Bleeding Hearts getting ready to set forth their lovely blossoms.  Oh, the promises spring holds in the slowly emerging seeds of the earth and the color of cardinal’s wing or the calling of a mourning dove.

Oh, we complain.  It is too cold! No, not more snow! The rains never cease and the creek overflows. Spring spawns devastating tornadoes. We hover over clothes: winter wear today or summer? Both?  We ache from the early over exuberance of tending our gardens, or freeze when the sun is out but the temperatures are still hovering at 40 degrees. We paint our toenails, and our fingernails, too, for the dirt under them lingers no matter how hard we scrub. Hand lotions and epsom salts temper our eagerness – and then we go outside for more.

As much as I love springtime, I honestly think I love it the most when it unfurls slowly. I would miss the long-lasting display of daffodils and the sweet thrill of discovering that the celandine poppies have begun their show.

DSCN7973I would rue missing that moment where, suddenly, there is the Brunnera Langstree beginning his show and the sweet blossoms are gathering in the Donald Wyman Crab, also aka Kezzie’s tree, for it was planted when she was born. I would miss the steady show of the common periwinkle. the tentative tips of Mayapples and the steady climb of clematis.

It has been that kind of spring; the slowly emerging kind. While I long for warmer days, I am relishing these remarkable days of a new adventure with each new bud and blossom that appear overnight. I have enjoyed bringing flowers from the garden indoors, in large bunches and in small handfuls. Joy Supreme.

Crabapple:David Wyman:BudsBrunnera Langstee

If spring came too quickly, I would not have noticed the flitting and fussing over the backdoor eave and the conversations of is there or isn’t there?

The first inkling of activity came when our Minnesota family were in. Kezzie and I were walking past the garage when something flitted by. We both said an “Oh. What was that?” I suspected a robin.  From where I sit at the table, I could see it darting and dashing past the window, just over Tom’s head as he ate. When the car pulled into the drive, there was that flash of activity.

Yesterday, after we took a walk down to the stables, I looked up, over the door, in the sheltering eave, and there was Mama Robin was looking right back at me.

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Yes, indeed, I would miss all this drama and beauty if spring unfurled too quickly.

What would you miss?

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May Apples, Brunnera, and Celandine Poppies.

What’s popping up in your neck of the woods? May Apples Brunnera Celandine Poppy

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DSCN1487I took a little walk about the garden yesterday, through the mud and past branches strewn like pick up sticks, remnants of other storms.

The Creeping Charlie has already started invading the awakening flower beds, competing with Creeping Jenny, who is welcome here.

Midway, I stopped to clean out the bluebird box of the twigs and feathers last year’s wren family left. A tiny remnant of an egg cracked through. How do these birds do it; weaving sticks and twigs and candy wrappers into a prairie homestead on a post?

Here, a male cardinal flattered, dashing in his red coat. There, two goldfinch fought, mid-air, for first dibs on the thistle feeder.

The white flags of several doe signaled my intrusion as they grazed in the vacant lot next door.

My eyes wandered, looking for the red fox Tom spied crossing our little acreage a few days ago, heading first toward the east, then, soon afterwards, back to the west and our neighbors’ property, a prize in its mouth. We suspect a den nearby.

I scratched some leaves around, looking for new growth on the underbelly of the Cutoff and found tips of hosta poking through the ground. I covered them up for a few days more, then noticed the clematis and roses putting forth tentative shades of green. Nearby, the celandine poppies and brunnera Langstree are happily congregating in the softest of clusters.

There is hope, my friend, in this garden of life – and hope here on the Cutoff. What have you noticed lately in your own walk through life? Did you ever play pick up sticks?

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