I am the envy of the garden...

Violets - Viola papilionacea priceana

Persian Speedwell (Non-Native)

Celandine Poppy

I find it difficult to photograph these poppies well.

Pink Turtlehead stems and seedpods

New growth starts late

Double Campernelle Daffodil

Old fashion daffodil before people started Hybridizing them.

Allegheny Spurge - Pachysandra procumbens

Tulip Leaf

No longer know the name of this beauty

Old fashion Jonquils with multiple small flowers on each stem

There’s a force in the atmosphere as I stand in the midst of my awakening garden, a roar of air rising in a crescendo as if a thousand lions are in its choir, sweeping rather rudely past me and on down the block.  Of course, it’s just the beginning of restless air pushed in the wake of a thunder storm.  I watch the wildly bending boughs of the huge juniper as it dances in the gusts of increasing intensity, and decide its best to be a little bit more cautious as I watch the sky.

A neighbors riding lawnmower is added to the symphony as he tries to beat the wrath Mother Nature has in store.  The pit bull across the street barks incessantly as his mistress sits on her porch chatting loudly on her cell phone.  The rather cute tiny princess of the corner house puts in her two cents worth barking at the wind as it ruffs up her long black fur, and the thorough fare two houses over spews out speeding cars as if they were in the Daytona 500.  It’s rather noisy to put it mildly.

The joys of rabbits in the weed patch seems to be that they don’t eat daylily leaves, determined after they beheaded one and left the greens on the ground.  Rabbit fencing is on order to place boundaries around baby shrubs that are being nibbled to death, and other plants that are now sporting shaggy haircuts.  Rabbit stew is beginning to look mighty tempting.

Well...

It would appear

that no other words

are forthwith coming.  

Creativity took a hike, so I'm moving on over to my other life of fur balls, lint balls and life with that guy who calls himself The Destroyer when gardening.

Until next time...

Fothergilla - part of the witch-hazel family

Sanguinaria canadensis, Bloodroot Wildflower

Meeting its demise :(

American Dogwood baby flowers

What the...

I'm not sharing!

Back off seed lady!

Hey, someone...CALL 911!

I've got my eye on you.  

Asian Bleeding Hearts

Virginia Bluebell buds

Potentilla indica (non-native rather aggressive plant)

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Saturday's Critters

Spring is a work of art best left for the earth to manage.

March is a tomboy with tousled hair,

a mischievous smile,

mud on her shoes

and a laugh

in her voice.

      - Hal Borland

While the heavy wind chime played its mellow tune as March winds heaved and hoed its steel tubes into each other, I listened as its random song lulled me into a stupor of mild intoxication.  I listened for what seemed forever, but of course, forever is never forever; and as the wind lost its fury as if fog beneath the rising sun, so did my equilibrium return to normal affairs of sameness.

I remind myself she lived, and I remind myself she died.  Sometimes I feel I’ve already forgotten my sister was ever a part of my life.  Other times, it feels like business as usual…that if I picked up the phone and called her, she would answer.  Maybe if there was closure… but her family remains silent.

Life is life these days.  Progress is slow on my me room or whatever one calls it.  She shed, studio, shack, den... I’d rather call it the library…if one can call journals the library.  Packages coming through the post office seem to be hitchhiking on the backs of turtles, and my console will ship by freight after three weeks of sanitation.  That seems overkill, so I’m thinking it’s more of a logistics issue.

Yesterday windy…today drizzling rain…I feel like a seltzer tablet foaming away until there is none.  I have nothing to give.  My photographs aren’t quite there, and I have no desire to work until I get it right.  My attention is defunct, and as I return to this computer for the sixteenth hundredth time, I feel as if the air between my ears dried my brain into a whacked hockey puck.

(Above) Bittercress with its exploding seed pods

Wasp nest blown onto ground

Yellow Corydalis

Lacewing Larvae with its coat of lichen and dead insect bodies.

If one looks closely at the little tike below, two legs are barely visible.

Persian Speedwell

Marleen the Starling Fine Art

Purple Deadnettle

Sweet Dustin soaking up a little sun in the spring coolness

Then

the

rains...

(Above) Shooting Stars unfurling on the left -

Species Tulips on the right.

(Below) Spicebush blooming

Lichen fallen from Ash Tree

Moss covered stepping stone drowned in leaves

N. x odorus 'Plenus' Double Campernelle Daffodil (Fifteenth Century)

First daffodil to bloom this early spring

My carpet of lovely green weeds is doing fantastic, thank you.  They are filling up with a blanket of miniature flowers, the kind you must view with a magnifying glass on your hands and knees to see if they are more than just colorful confetti scattered abroad by the breeze. 

Early daffodils are in bud, but all the other bulbs and corms are mere leaves reaching for the sun.  Birdsongs float in all directions weaving a tapestry of early spring in the air that will not last, as spring and winter are always in an on again, off again March battle to warm or cool.

It seems sweater weather, but I enter this warming coolness without it, and walk and walk and walk without other colors of flowers.  The weeds and birds reign today, but one morning an explosion of plants hell-bent on taking over the entire planet will occur…just mark my words.

It might be tomorrow.  I can feel them now, planning their assault...heaven help the mortals with mere hand tools...they will be toast!  The second wave of weed purgatory will unlash the dreaded vetches with their long tentacles, the cleaver plants with their hooked stems and leaves and burr seeds, goose grass, spurge, sweet Miss Dandelion, and on and on and on.

Long live these immortal garden headaches that will rule the earth until its sun implodes!

Hoorah

! 

Saturday's Critters

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