The Wind said Wait

Spring was to arrive, but the wind said “Wait.”

There was cold in its voice.

It chilled the tiny buds as it passed.

The daffodils turned their faces away.

One last lull was coming. One last cold.

Stay put.   Not yet.




A Child of the Woods

Back when I was young, I spent most of my time outside.

I have always been fascinated by nature.


We would include rocks, plants and animals into our play.

When my sister and I took a walk this afternoon,

we saw a lovely stand of white wildflowers.


I wanted to call them another name, but “blood root” came out of my mouth.

The scientific name is Sanguinaria canadensis.   Sanguineus means blood red.


That name was way back in my brain. We used to play with this plant.


The roots bleed red, as the name implies. We would paint ourselves with its dye.


I was thrilled to have that memory brought back to me.


You may take the Flower out of the woods,

but you cannot take the Woods out of the Flower.


If I’m not Weeding, I’m Reading

We had some snow here today, so the weeds had to wait.

I made progress in several of the books that I am reading.

I only read non-fiction right now.

My last book of fiction made me so mad that I tossed it.

I can read books simultaneously if they are dissimilar. Otherwise, I get them confused.

Tristan Gooley’s How To Read Water is a hit with me.  It is even better than his book, The Lost Art of Reading Nature’s Signs.

A Woman’s Place is at the Top by Hannah Kimberly is a fascinating story of the mountain climber, Annie Smith Peck.  I admire her determination, but she was not as civic-minded as my two heroes, Marianne North and Beatrix Potter.

Gretchen Rubin inspires me with her thoughtful pursuits at improvement.  I have just started Happier at Home,  but I really enjoyed her book, Better Than Before. 

Elizabeth Kolbert is a really great science writer. Do not let the “science” deter you. Her book, The Sixth Extinction is on my top ten list.

In case you are wondering what the bunnies do in wet weather, they chew on sticks.

I caught Charlotte wistfully gazing out the bottom panes of the French doors today. I know she would hate it out there in the cold, but she still wanted out.

They enjoyed eating bark off of fruitwood sticks. These are now ready to burn.

Tomorrow will be sunny, so I won’t be eating so much…I mean reading so much.



Gran’s Almond Bush

I am so happy to have another “family plant” in my garden.

This Flowering Almond shrub came from my mom’s mother. I think it is a Prunus glandulosa.  It has always stayed small, like a dwarf form.


I remember a year when we had a late snow. Its tiny pink blooms were dusted and glistening. It was a beautiful memory that I cherish.

My sister got this bush from mom when they paved over its spot near the house.

She sent part of it home with me yesterday.


I am researching where to put it and how to plant it. It is too precious to make mistakes.

I will keep passing these treasures along.

The Flower is rich in green…plants of course.




I Found an Earthstar

I found an Earthstar in my yard.

Its rays were spread, its sac was flat, its spores were gone.

Its job was done.

I peeked into the mouth-like hole to see if I could spot a spore.

But all were washed away by rain.

This tiny barometer knew just when

to unfold rays and open its pore

to send its tiny jewels into the wet world

to be stars.

My Bad New Neighbor

Well the honeymoon is over.  I was hoping we could be friends.

But there are some habits that the Flower cannot tolerate.

At first the digging was a novelty. The excavation was a source of fascination.

It thought this was just part of getting settled in.

But its been months and the digging continues.

My new neighbor has an addiction to digging.

I did not mind its sharing my cold frame until the pots started sinking into the ground.

Now a line has been crossed.  I was out with the bunnies when I noticed a pile of fresh rubble under the bunny hutch.

This is not their home. They, of course, have their own room inside the house.

This hutch is their outdoor retreat from wind and birds-of-prey. It is also their outdoor toilet.

This huge pile of rocks has been removed from under a slab of concrete.

We still haven’t met our new neighbor. I tried to get Charlotte to identify him from photos, but she refused to squeal.

Mr. Flower suggested trying a trap. What should we use for bait I asked, “Rocks?”

We borrowed a critter camera that did not work. I suggested purchasing our own. Mr. Flower said he did not wish to spend money on such a purchase.

I interrupted him to inform him that I was saving my money for new bikinis for our trip to Mexico. ( Pure fiction is the perfect distraction. It throws them off course. When they recover from the shock, they are so grateful that what you just said was a lie that they will gladly give you the original object requested.)

I am expecting that critter cam any time now.




Water and Ice

I am fascinated by water.  I call it the miracle molecule.


It is the only substance on Earth found in all three states (solid, liquid and gas) at natural temperatures.


Water molecules form a lattice as they freeze. This is why ice floats.

IMG_6979I have posted on snow several times.  Here is some ice art for your enjoyment.



I could have stayed here all day watching the water flowing behind the ice sheets.


I love nature with all my heart.


Rescuing Red Ridinghood

I just couldn’t leave it there with a long root reaching desperately out from the bottom of the pot.

That would be like ignoring a drowning person’s hand reaching out of the water.

I did not know that its name, Rooikappie, meant ‘Red Ridinghood’ in Afrikaans until I looked it up on-line.

I brought the aloe home and did some trimming before repotting it.

These little pieces will be left to harden off for a few days and then rooted.  (Free plants.)

Little Rooikappie looks happier all ready.

My what big teeth she has!


Found Some Fountains

I heard a symphony as I stepped from my car.

So many sounds. Soft and soothing , yet exhilarating.

The instruments had no strings. Water was playing.


Water moving in various volumes at different tempos.

Nature’s music.


Each instrument was unique in it’s shape and sound.


How could anyone just choose one and break up this band.


I never thought of fountain sounds before.


There is usually only one playing a solo.


Not at White House Garden Center in Cornelius, North Carolina.


Here, there are dozens performing together.

Each is as lovely to look at as to listen to.


I went there on an errand and had an adventure.

If you are searching for a fountain.


You will probably find the fountain of your dreams there.