Here is a new little friend whom I found a couple of days ago, on a sunny afternoon, after an emotional melt-down. She will bring beauty and fragrance to my summer. This is what I call good planning, and health-care.
I wanted to show you my toddler tomatoes, but since the ever-fabulous blogger-business has decided to change how one downloads photos, and it took me a little brain-bending to figure it all out (somewhat), the Purple Cherokee seedlings are somewhere else (not here).
Look carefully, and you will see my clown, the male Oriole, way up there. They have been working on a nest on the far side of this tree, which before the leaves emerged, looked like a wad of trash tied in the topmost branches. I hope they line it with Labrador hair, as there is plenty of it around.
Yes. Apple blossoms: Make me smile, think pie.
I cannot help myself, I must photograph the eggs. How perfect can something be? Perfect examples of possibles, from cakes to chicks.
A few short days after this photo, the Wisteria is busy making leaves. The rain has sent the petals into the puddles. On this day, last Sunday, it was warm and the bees were buried in the blossoms. All was abuzz and fragrant.
And here is N2's #1 Grand Baby! He had his introduction to the Northern, Out-of-the-City family and friends, and here he is having a moment in Grand Mother's arms. Look at those paws!
I have not had an easy couple of weeks. While the season has changed, shedding the leafless garb of winter for the flamboyant, colorful and beguiling wardrobe of wildflowers, leaves and Orioles, I have felt out-of-the-loop, sad, demolished.
Fortunately, a tiny pin-prick of wisdom has held forth "this is temporary." I believe this.
Swallowtail Butterflies are fresh and new by the first of April. Larabee is a hidden valley created by the Eel River. Perhaps I have lived here since time began, a butterfly in the willows on the banks of a Northern river.