After that crazy, soft sticky snow storm yesterday it became quite warm and the eaves ran a tidal wave of water, like a shower without a curtain.
The snow folded in upon itself in the oddest way, as if someone underneath was sucking it away with a straw. By evening it looked like a kid who lingered too long in the bath, all puckered and pruny.
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| I think this is an owl feather. it was caught in the thorns of a wild rose bush. There were bunny tracks right underneath |
Today the sun is feeling its oats, shrugging and pumping its muscles on the horizon and looking like Some Stuff.
Its good to see.
Not so good to see it that blankety blank squirrel. There isn't enough cute in the world to excuse it eating all my sunflower seeds and driving away the birds. I snuck out in my bare feet this morning and bombed it with a little soda bottle full of water. Just missed but it sure scampered!
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| Basswood |
You might note that my mama has put up a blog post and is putting more books on the bookstore website. I grew up in that store when it was a bricks and mortar enterprise and I highly recommend that method of child rearing if you want to raise a reader....or even generations of readers. Our kids all read too.
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| A tiny ice cave under the roots of my favorite poplar tree |
Just think of all the poor deprived youth growing up today who will never know Tarzan, except maybe from a grainy old movie, never tour the world with Roy Chapman Andrews or read Kipling just for the heck of it! Dinosaur eggs are old hat to them.
I also highly recommend wandering on over to the virtual Tryon County Books to see what's new...or actually old....and interesting.
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Oh yes . . your muse (and mine) is returning . .
Light.
Delightful lines about this March sun and the vanquished snow.
I beg your indulgence, but your March imagery and photos brought back this excerpt from Frost's "Two Tramps in Mud Time."
" . The sun was warm but the wind was chill.
You know how it is with an April day
When the sun is out and the wind is still,
You’re one month on in the middle of May.
But if you so much as dare to speak,
A cloud comes over the sunlit arch,
A wind comes off a frozen peak,
And you’re two months back in the middle of March.
A bluebird comes tenderly up to alight
And fronts the wind to unruffle a plume
His song so pitched as not to excite
A single flower as yet to bloom.
It is snowing a flake: and he half knew
Winter was only playing possum.
Except in color he isn’t blue,
But he wouldn’t advise a thing to blossom.
The water for which we may have to look
In summertime with a witching wand,
In every wheel rut’s now a brook,
In every print of a hoof a pond.
Be glad of water, but don’t forget
The lurking frost in the earth beneath
That will steal forth after the sun is set
And show on the water its crystal teeth.."
Ahhh, the squirrels!!! I too suffer there overindulgence at my bird Buffett!
I had no idea that a feather could look like that! You do find and know about the most fascinating bits of nature.
I'm fully expecting my neighborhood squirrel to tap on the window and ask for some Maalox. Glutton.
Cathy, oh, my, oh, my, that is just absolutely wonderful! I have liked Frost since school days but hadn't read that one. it is perfect!
Seth, they are driving me nuts.
NW,It told such a story there in the thorns with the bunny tracks right below. I was glad to see that we still have owls....haven't seen them in quite a while.
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