Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Tuesday Twitterdeedum


Two mornings in a row, while taking Foster for his morning business, I've seen deer on the run.  Rather than the usual trip down the lane toward the pastures, I've been taking him to the woods south of the house.

That's where two deer spend their nights.  What's not to love about the spot---cushiony pine needle beds, Love canal running right past and emptying into the neighbors' pond.

I'm sure our morning interruptions are not going to drive this pair from their chosen sleeping quarters.  Probably in their minds, it's time to get up anyway, time to go find a field of grass.

The morning walks,  during doggie business time and after chores, make me happier than ever to be alive.  I love each day's discoveries. 

This morning, I spotted a trio of large white birds nestled together in the pasture next to our west woods.

There's a pond there, and our intrusion did little to wake the birds from their slumber.  I can't tell if they're swans, large seagulls or the neighbors' ducks.  

Marty next door has a menagerie of birds at her little farm, along with the pigs, goats, and llamas.  So, it's possible those three may belong to her.

Still, I like the idea that they may be swans.

We had another new sound added to the usual morning cacophony.  Bert Wood brought his cows to the Meserve Preserve yesterday.  Another pasturing season has begun.

Yesterday, shortly after the herd arrived, they were near our fenceline, sniffing out their new digs.  The dogs and I were walking down the lane toward the hay field.  

That's when Kea decided she needed to do some work.

She raced off into Meserve's field, all ready to tell those cows where to go.  Before she had a chance to bark, I barked at her really loud:  No, Kea.  You get back here on this side of the fence.  You only do that if I tell you.

Kea did a 180 and arrived at my side within seconds.  She understood.  Later, Foster sat in the hay field, mesmerized by these creatures he'd never seen before. 

The cows are back on the north,  and last week Chad Moore's honey bees and their hives arrived at Taylor's field across the road to the east.  The next day several had already made it over our way for a visit. 

I love those honey bees, not only for what they do to help our fruit but because they're just plain nice bees.  They mind their business and pose no threat.  

So, I'm glad to see them back.  PLUS,  we usually get a tasty sample of their annual work each year too!

As I walk through the woods, I notice more and more of the original plant growth, eaten off by the dozens of goats that inhabited this place before we moved here.

This year I've noticed wild raspberry bushes in the southwest corner of the woods, and a new wild rose getting a fresh start and lots more vines promising some dewberries one of these years. 

I also love walking through the woods and admiring what Bill has done over the past six years to help his trees grow and to create a peaceful, lovely forest setting.  

I'm sure it will only get better as the years roll by.

It's amazing how these days are filled with so much positive energy and how much energy gets expended in comparison to the long winter months.  

I added several greenhouse items to the warm garden soil yesterday.  Tomatoes are up and surrounded by their colorful cones.  

My 12 stalks of corn (about two feet tall) needed to get out of the greenhouse for some cool air.  The stalks are looking a whole lot less like crispy critters this morning. 

More flowers went in along the edge of the garden, and the hose was busy off and on all day.  

Great times with much ado about SOMETHING.  So, I'll be on my way, taking out time to get over to the church on Colburn-Culver to jump through the hoops and to do my voting. 

I hope we have a substantial turn-out today and that common sense/positive energy (maybe even a little wind, George)  rules this primary election!  

Happy Tuesday. 

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