My English Lavender has finally established itself after two years and is taking over from the day lilies next to my deck and patio. Instead of cutting it back last year I left it completely alone, and this spring it ran amok! Amok! Amok! Amok! I actually was able to smell it the other afternoon when my allergies were giving me a break. It was divine! And the bees love it. They go about their business busily while I snap pictures. Unfortunately, they are too quick for me to get a good picture of them, but I’ll figure it out someday….. laughing!
And Just for Fun: Both of my grandmothers used to sing this to me and my sister when we were little – its derived from a very old English Nursery Rhyme – that has MUCH bawdier origins. This version won Burl Ives an Academy Award in 1948, and was his first major chart topper. Here’s the song reference:
I decided to get crafty yesterday and this morning and try some flower arranging. Then, I tried to see if I could capture my efforts for posterity. The Roses and the Lavender are direct from my garden; and the conch shell was brought back from the Caribbean by my father after he took a Windjammer cruise – back in the 80′s. Originally he had planned to make a nightlight out of it. Somehow it ended up at my house. The Viking learned how to sound a conch in Hawaii back in his younger days – and occasionally he greets the sunset with a blast or three. It really does work,and we’ve gotten calls wondering what the noise was! Here’s how the photos turned out. Please let me know what you think, and what your favorites are if you have any!I’m including this youtube video because it came up on my playlist while I was editing this. I’m feeling a bit nostalgic today so it fits! Enjoy the Kingston Trio! The answer to the question is apparently “My House!” Hahahaha!!!
These were Selena Jacques Lahue (my Great- Grandmother)’s peonies. My Grandpa dug them up and brought them to his front garden when she passed away, and my mother brought them to her backyard when Grandpa left us. Peonies also happen to be my sister Susan’s favorite flower. I went over to my Mom’s this morning and together we managed to get these photographs. Mom held up the blooms with a stick since they are so darn top- heavy. It was great to share this time with her, and listen to a couple of the family stories while I snapped away. I’m normally not a fan of white flowers per se, but these have a spattering of red to boost the visual interest; kind of like an artist lined the center whorls with crimson. Nature, gotta love her -even when she’s off her HRT. I hope you enjoy these! Thanks for stopping by.
Heres the song reference, a little before my time but good music NEVER goes out of style, does it?
The air smells divine this evening. Yes, I can actually smell the apple blossoms this year – albeit faintly. Its FINALLY May in New England. Wedding Season. I should head up to Stanley Park soon as things should be in full flower up there by now. But my side yard beckoned this afternoon. I like the play of light and shadow on the leaves and blossoms. There was quite a breeze but the blossoms held on strong. Its sure been a lovely day today. We could use some rain – which I understand is finally in the forecast this week thankfully. Not much else to say. I’m gonna let the pictures do the talking. I hope you all like them! HUGS!
Early Spring Water Meadow along Rte 23 Blandford, MA
View from the Blandford Country Club. North Street Blandford MA Looking down into Springfield….
Spring Stream. Algerie Road, North Blandford MA
Stone Walls along the Roadway near Long Pond Conservation Area. Algerie Road North Blandford MA
Canadian Goose in its element, and Remnants of a Beaver Dam, Long Pond Conservation Area. Algerie Road North Blandford, MA
And last but by no means least, my traveling companion and chauffeur for the afternoon – The Viking – patiently waiting pondside while I trekked in and got pictures. And no, I didn’t fall in, or get muddy!
It was really wonderful to meander those back roads today. I grew up there and nostalgia waxed large as I noted how much had changed – and how much had stayed the same. The afternoon light is becoming more and more spring-like even though there’s still plenty of snow on the ground up in the hills. The sounds of water cascading over the rocky stream beds, the wind rushing through the pines and dry reed beds, the honking chatter of the geese and ducks – all made for a peaceful backdrop to my self-imposed photo assignment. Hell, I’ll call it what it was -THERAPY. I came home with numb fingers and ears, but quite contented. Best of all, I got to spend the afternoon with my guy!
Spring has been slow in arriving to New England this year. It’s been a long, cold,and damp March. But the last few days have given me hope. Bluebird Skies, Birdsong, Brisk Breezes. Yesterday I really felt like we were starting to emerge from winter. We opened the windows and let the fresh air blow through the house. Outside, I noted my day lilies are starting to peek up above ground; and the daffodils have started sending their shoots up for their April debut.
We opened up all the windows again this morning; and The Viking and I (who are child-free today) took our canine kids on a long walk. The wind was cold, but the sunshine felt so good on our faces. We walked on the dike along the Westfield River. There have been a lot of changes over the winter. Smaller islands, new channels. We saw Canadian geese and Mallard ducks on the water for the first time. The Viking informs me that a Bald Eagle has been spotted on the river recently – but we didn’t see it this time out. Liberty the Red-Tailed Hawk is still hanging around, but we didn’t see her either. I must remember to bring my DSLR camera on these meanderings!
Sophie and Chewy had a marvelous time exploring along the walkway. Lots of new scents to investigate, and we noted glimpses of fresh green popping up here and there beneath the dry browns and beiges of the winter that doesn’t want to relinquish its grip on us entirely. In addition to the waterfowl, we also saw some cardinals, a few chickadees and a finch (I think it was a finch, anyway). Off in the distance we heard a woodpecker; who was busily looking for his lunch. We also saw quite a few robins. Does anyone remember that song “when the red red robin comes bob-bob-bobbin along”? I can’t get it out of my head now – hahaha!
Now I’m not a big fan of March. Its brown, dreary, drab, muddy, dirty and cold. But I do love seeing all that give way to the green and glorious spring. Especially after the beating we took from Old Man Winter this year. But we are slowly and surely emerging into the warmth of April. I could see it on the faces of the folks we passed on our travels today. Smiling, heads up, and facing into the wind (not hunkered down against it). The Viking didn’t even bring a coat – which he regretted before too long -this is New England after all…
The sun seems to linger in the sky today. The neighborhood kids are out on their bikes. Their happy voices carry on the breeze thats vigorously moving my curtains. The mockingbird in the pine tree is chattering away and sounding like a cat at the moment. Two tired puppies are sprawled, snoring, at my feet. It feels good to emerge today. “Live, Love, Laugh, and Be Happy”. Time for a glass of wine.
My mother called very early yesterday morning. I expected it on January 9th because it was Mayhem’s birthday and Mom always calls first thing in the morning to wish her grandchildren a Happy Birthday. I was not expecting an early call a few days later; so when I saw the caller ID I admit to panicking a bit. Last year was not a good year health- wise for either my Mom or my step-Dad… sooo yeah. Fortunately, she was just calling to alert me to the dawn. She also calls for “rainbow alerts”, and gorgeous sunsets, and unusual bird sightings – outside of our usual conversations. I will miss that when she passes, which won’t be for awhile yet if I have anything to say about it (which I don’t, but still…).
I threw on a jacket, grabbed my camera, and headed outside in my slippers to the back yard. Our property abuts the dike along the Westfield River, facing southwest(ish) if you’re looking directly out my kitchen door – so the sun actually rises in the winter just outside of left frame in the first three pictures, and well outside of left frame in the fourth. Behind the dike is a cornfield, then the treeline along the river. The next 4 pictures you see are a sort of “pan” from left to right. The sky was just beautiful yesterday morning. By the time I got to work it had clouded over completely and later there was a freezing rain to drive home in. But the lovely start more than made up for it. I hope you enjoy the pictures.
I actually was able to smell it the other afternoon when my allergies were giving me a break. It was divine! And the bees love it. They go about their business busily while I snap pictures. Unfortunately, they are too quick for me to get a good picture of them, but I’ll figure it out someday….. laughing!
