Last week our neighbor had her grass cut. Porfiro left a patch out in the field, and upon questioning, replied, "There is a turkey setting there..." So I went tippy-toe around the patch, twice. I couldn't see any turkey. So, I went in closer, around again. Then I stopped. To get a better feel for the situation. I let my eyes rest, and looked down at my feet (being extremely too close) to see the white bars of her tail feathers about 8 inches from my red Crocks. I could see her head, too. I raised my camera, and BOOM! She was outta there, huge in her fury and chaos and pandemonium.
Oh Goddess. Forgive me. What was I thinking? I wish I'd have stayed with the original shot, this one, of her little piece of meadow which Porfiro left for her. I am trusting that she went back to her nest, and is settled down in there, peacefully. I am staying away.
Mary is officially a 6th Grader as of yesterday. Hers is a precious class of twelve students, and I heard deep appreciation from the words of their teachers. They will be missed. And everyone blesses their journey. Gosh. From here, it seems that life speeds up a couple of warps, doesn't it?
Lively is an understatement.
Which leads me to my Morning Meditation Room. The back orchard has become such a haven. I have been spending hours out there, planting, moving compost, staring into the Borage blue, listening to hundreds of birds all at the same time.
We built a planter box, with a wire bottom, to keep the voracious gophers out of the peppers and beans. Oh awful rodent: starts at the bottom and chows the whole plant down into its hole, gobbles it whole, leaving me the name tag. ANCHO gone missing.
So I have over-planted my raised bed. With anticipation! I can hardly wait for the medley of plants. Here is the list:
Chinese Long Red Beans
Rattlesnake Pole Beans
Teddy Bear Sunflowers
It is a pretty big bed. (smile)
Oh and tomatoes! But they are not in the bed. We will maybe show those to you tomorrow.
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.