April Fools

Welcome to wildlife gardening; where the only things wild in my wilderness surrounded by acres upon acres upon acres of urban sprawl seems to be songbirds, the birds that eat the songbirds, cats cats cats, and the wild woolly wind blowing through my hair.  I would shed a tear, but it is what it is, and a whimper changes nothing.

Finishing my photo session this morning was short lived as being in the gardens today is akin to camping out in my frosty refrigerator with just a blanket of filmy saran wrap to comfort me, and praying someone hurries up and opens that dang door to let the warmer air rush in.  I finally was driven, surrounded by too much sunshiny chill, to make a hasty retreat to that man-made warmth I crave so much when the temps are below 60 degrees.

The gardens have awakened from winter rest, and while the first blooms make one’s heart exuberant, the first weeds on a rush to win the Spring Madness Marathon make one’s body cry bloody murder at all that weeding mayhem that will last until winter is again upon us.  Please remind me again why I thought all those years ago this was such a grand idea; this idea that would eventually be the beginning of my achy breaky body downfall :’(

Little Beauty Tulip - the only tulip that comes back every year in the garden

Fothergilla

Clusiana Tulip with it's grape center - opening up on a sunny day

Closing up at end of day

Sometimes gardening's a slight headache

Non-native Bleeding Hearts

Golden Alexanders

Virginia Bluebells

Little Sweet Betsy Trillium

rescued from work

 when wildflower garden was removed for new visitor's center 

Jacob's Ladder

Celandine Poppy

Shooting Star

Native Dogwood in early stages of bloom before turning white at maturity

Spring Beauty growing among native Coral Bells

Flowers of Spring Beauty close up at night

Eastern Red Columbine

Fern and Moss Garden

Blueberries

Thank goodness we aren't human!

  >*-*<  cool kitties

As winter begins to fade

It’s March in the gardens.

 

Today warm winds bend the boughs towards the ground.

Tomorrow you remove your jacket in the midday sun.

The next day an icy chill stirs in the air,

And then, a thunderstorm roars in on wings of sleet.

Oh, how March loves to tease,

She’s such an impetuous flirt.

A walk through Little Fourth Acre Gardens

Spring Beauty

Bloodroot

Violets

Allegheny Spurge

Coralberry

and, of course, Miss Dandelion

Just living...

She leans back in the armchair, takes a deep breath, and lets out one of the longest sighs of her life as she closes her eyes.  Her head has a sensation of puffiness, ready to explode at any moment; while her neck puts up with the feeling that she needs to recover from an encounter with a meat tenderizer on a rampage.

She wraps a warming heat-pad across her shoulders to calm down the ache that relentlessly reminds her how older age is often times a real bitch these days.   In the dim light she looks at her notepad with pen in hand, and then leans back and stares at the ceiling above.  Her mind seems void of thought...worn out.

A sip from her cup of decaffeinated Earl Grey tea is no help.  It reminds her of boiled alfalfa with a splash of cologne.  She's tired.  She has the image of a carving knife playing with her knee as she straightens out her leg, and makes way for her cat who insists on being in her space.  It's getting late, and way past her bedtime.

Where does she go from here, she wonders...where?  She doesn't know.  None of her options appeal to her and she can't think of more to consider.  She is so doomed.  With a sigh, she thinks she won't try to think anymore tonight.  Her phoenix refuses to rise up out of the cinders, leaving her with a soul of emptiness.  

...such is life.

You might know that feeling...in the mood to write and not much comes to mind...such is life.

You know that phrase, were there’s a will there’s a way?  It’s true when the skies are a deep magenta, and honey flavored dew drops are sparkling on all the fields of newly sprouted lemon chiffon lollipops.  My mind’s creating a profusion of impassivity.  I try not to have pseudo-agendas and illogical aspirations, but I do find myself procrastinating heaps and oodles lately.

I’m a busy little whatnot on a mission to find more storage in an environment that won’t cough up even an inch of extra floor space.  I’ve become somewhat of an Etsyholic this past month, searching tabletop, desktop, dresser top, any top,  I’m cluttered with significant trivia and the multiplicity of a jillion and one adventures are plugging up my noggin…

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   melodrama! 

Searching through my ton of Word documents starting today, and booting some of the little buggers to the far side of the moon...this will be one of them.  Apparently I never delete anything of significance or insignificance when it comes to incompleteness.

A rather large collection of unfinished dabbling from my heyday of posting, or so I thought was my zenith of perfection, are littered among the survivors that were completed.  Apparently my computer escaped my obsession to declutter the clutter that cluttered and still clutters my aging life.

Last year my blog was decluttered of all past experiences that were of down points in my life.  The best I took away from counseling was to live in the now; the past is unchangeable and a crystal ball that actually works hasn't materialized.

If you're looking for a more complete tale of my life, it no longer exists in these writings :)  Of course, in my Word documents they probably all still exist :'(