Weather:
We had weather every day this week. Somewhere in the deep recesses of
my mind, I feel as if there may have even been some sunshine earlier in
the week. You know--that bright yellow thing that sometimes--once a
month or so--hovers over the Ohio landscape bringing warmth. Of course,
we also had a hail storm this week. Didn't really do any damage unless
you call sending the Homesteader into a
frenzy watching all those little white orbs ricocheting everywhere
outside the doorwindow--just beyond her reach, "damage." I call it a
good laugh. An ark of rain the last couple of days, too. The creeks of
Morrow County are peeking over the edge of all those picturesque one
lane bridges. And the Acres are under water. FAS: the forsythia are
starting to bloom--three more snows!
Creature Features: A herd of
deer went leaping across the upper meadow yesterday. Out of Aaron's
pines, through my trees, and into Dennis' thickets. I hope they kept
going across the road, through the swamp, and into the trees on the
other side. Keep your appetites away from my flowers you varmints!
Speaking of varmints, the ticks are here. I'll have to get some
Frontline for the white dish rag. No, she doesn't go out, but
invariably I bring some of those wretches into the house after I've
walked the Acres in spring. The squirrel population declined this week.
Heh, heh. And, I think the newest member of the Outlaws has puppies.
No, really. The gang will be a pack! Dennis has his "flock" roaming
free. I'm sorry city folks but a herd of animals feeding on a
hillside--regardless of its size--defines "serenity." (Miss you Blaze.)
Beauty Update: For the eyes--it's daffodil time. They only started
blooming in earnest this week, and I have, at least, 500-600 blooms
today all over the landscape. Myriads more to come. In the beds,
surrounding the pond, in the trees, laying siege to the mound, out along
the edges of the meadow, scattered throughout the wild area: if you
love yellows and whites and pinks--and eventually oranges--rejoice, it's
daffodil time. They are great for naturalizing--grow anywhere, the
beasts don't like them, multiply like crazy.
For the olfactory
glands: hyacinth. They also appeal to the eyes: brilliant dark colors
and soft pastel colors. And, ah, the lovely scents. I only have a few
dozen of them scattered everywhere, but they add diversity to the
Acre's color scheme this time of year. And grow anywhere, too. Throw
in the pansies I planted in various places, the spring beauties that God
planted everywhere, the "fattening" of the buds on the trees, and the
walks are lovely in mid-April on Iten's Acres. Next, will be the
forsythia in full bloom, the redbuds, the tulips that the rabbits don't
eat, and the bleeding hearts! Let's hear it for April. Well, let's see
it and smell it for April!
My Feathered Friends: As mentioned
before the goldfinch have bloomed. Robins are everywhere in hoards.
The red-wings are staking claims to nesting sites in the pond and the
bog. A male towhee dropped by the feeder this week. I think I saw a
female grosbeak as well which means the males will be here soon. Still a
few snowbirds around--reading the blooms on the forsythia I imagine.
No sign of the ruby throats yet. Or the indigo buntings. Or the
meadowlarks. Soon. I hope. Why is it that the bird world is so
opposite the human race? For the most part, the male birds are the
gorgeous ones and the females rather plain. In we humans--well, sorry
guys, it's backwards. Or frontwards, maybe. Oh, the
road-kill-clean-up-crew is back--all a buzz. No beauty there in either
gender. I almost forgot. The swallows aren't back yet, either. Guess
they're waiting for lawn mower season.
I did do a little work this
week, in case you were worried. Raked some leaves out of a few beds.
Got to get some sun on the iris! Planted a couple things as well.
Still have to plant the gladiolas and some seed packets, but that can
wait. I think I'll go rest awhile on the bench by the pond. Then,
maybe I'll spend a little time on the top of the hill resting in the
green throne. I'm developing the Iten heresy. "One day shalt thou
labor, and six days shalt thou rest." Forgive me, Lord. I will go job
hunting once May gets here, I promise.
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