“And
Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like
the Spirit of Love felt everywhere,
And
each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast
Rose
from the dreams of its wintery rest.”
~Percy
Bysshe Shelley, The Sensitive Plant
Yesterday
while walking to the barn I was amazed at how many more birds were
singing. Then I opened the coop and in the corner I find….
A duck egg from my personal weather prophet extraordinaire.
It made me walk home with a
lilt in my step. Then as I was walking
up the stairs to the house I heard geese.
At first I thought it was our resident river geese but the noise was louder
than their usual clamor. The fog had not burned off yet so I could not see them and get a picture but
it was a fairly large gaggle - actually it is skein if they are in flight.
When
I went to the barn this morning I found another duck egg so it is no
fluke. Now to be on the lookout for the first
robin.
We
went to visit #1 daughter and Baby O last weekend. He is getting so big and so is she with only
a month to go before #2 grandchild arrives. I am going down for the week she is in the hospital to take care of Baby O. I have to get yarn and patterns together to work on while he is napping.
We
stopped at the produce market by them and picked up a bunch of stuff. #1 daughter had requested strawberry syrup so
I made her 3 pints. I picked up
mushrooms and canned 12 pints of mushroom soup.
The rest of the stuff we have been devouring this week - asparagus,
kiwi, Asian pears, grapes and eggplant for parmigiana.
Not
much fiber working getting done while canning, cooking and cleaning….maybe this
weekend.
2 comments:
A skein! How lovely! I won't forget that ;o)
Up here it seems like the earlier Spring birds all came in together. Gaggle after gaggle of geese, Robins, Red-Wings, and Bluebirds. I have a hard time keeping the smile off my face, it makes me so happy just to be alive.
Mmm, duck eggs, always my favorite. Lew favored the goose eggs, but for me it's always been duck eggs. But we only ever took the first few, and then left the rest, when we were pretty sure they would be fertile. Now, I wonder why we bothered. Between the hawks and the coyotes, they were nearly killed off as quickly as they hatched, it seems. But we kept hoping that at least some would "make it."
Have a wonderful Spring.
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