Face Down in the Dirt

Licking the dirt?  Looking for worms?

I was certain they were dead.  Or maybe they were spent, finished, withered.  In the early, frosty morning, most of the Daffodils appeared to be looking for worms. I soothed my soul by remembering that they'd been in bloom a long time; that they could choose when enough was enough; that it's was okay for they to be done blooming.

Warm enough to stand up straight again

Nobody in this new land told me that Daffies play 'possom when they are really cold, but when the time (temperature) is right, they are dandy all over again.

Dazzled

Parking lot decoration:  Sage

This town is artsy.  All the roundabouts have monumental sculptures and figures.  Even the the grocery store parking lot has been decorated--at least that's my opinion.

Silver green sage bushes, robustly five feet tall, line either side of the walk way from my car to the door of the store.

I'm dazzled by the heady, clean fragrance.  Makes me buy more than I need every single time.  Best excuse I can imagine.

Use Your Imagination

The leaking sprinkler head by the West Side fire station is
a local avian watering hole.  Certainly surprised me!

They waited in line.  I didn't know that birds did that, especially not Cedar Wax Wings.  But while the Robin drank his fill, they were hanging back watching.  I interpreted this as waiting.  Half an hour later, at the same birdie drinking fountain, five or six Cedar Wax Wings queued up to sip, then burst away in a tiny cloud as I approached, scaring them right out of this picture.  But just use your imagination--Robin below and the slickly dressed wax wings above.

TOAST

Toasted Tomatoes

April is no fool.  She slinked her icy self in before midnight last night, before the time the clock said she was to arrive.  She turned the fragile, sickly tomato vines to toast.  Plain and simple.  Done.  The end.

Visible damage from insects and snow
before the final blow.

I'll take these tomatoes in today to see if they might ripen.

March Harvest

Three for you

Not the time of year for it, I know, I know.  But I couldn't help sharing (bragging) about having ripe tomatoes in March.  Okay, admittedly these shown could have had a bit more flavor and sweetness if we had waited for them to ripen (in the house).  I was hoping they wouldn't freeze on the vine.  But here in vibrant, brilliant color is the total of our March harvest.

Three for me

Not really much to brag about, but it is a fitting end to six months of watchful care and keeping of the brave seeds brought here in the chicken compost.  No fooling.