Walking Iten's Acres: Spring Break Day Three March 24, 2014

Spent the morning wishing I was out among the Acres. Instead I was enjoying bowing before the IRS and the Great State of Ohio--oh, and the Highland Local School District. One of the joys of going back into the work force. Though, to be perfectly honest, (as opposed to being imperfectly honest) interacting with this year's senior class has not been "work." Great bunch of kids. Yes, kids. End result of my spring break mathematics--I owe Highland Schools six dollars. Think that will buy anything?
This afternoon, I got out into the world--my little world. Gold and yellow crocus are everywhere. See pictures below. Still only one aconite--see pictures below. It seems as if the gold-yellow crocus always bloom first. The purple, white, and lilac are not far behind, but almost always a few days later. In fact, I've had a few purple and white crocus with buds still closed just sitting around waiting to bloom. It's as if they're in communication with their yellow brethren waiting for permission to bloom as well. I'll let you see them when they decide to brag. I guess I should take a picture or two of the lovely snowdrops too, just to be fair.
Mostly today I raked and weeded--again. And did lots of slow meandering through the property. Even when there's not much to see color-wise, the walk is a catharsis, of sorts. God's art is always good for the soul, and just wandering about with time and space to meditate is a healing force as well. If it does get up into the fifties and low sixties this week, I will have to spend some time on the green throne at the top of the hill. I don't know if the bluebirds are back yet--and certainly not the velvet bombers (see barn swallow in my dictionary)--but the field sparrows and goldfinch are active in the meadow and wild area. And occasionally a shadow of a buzzard floating overhead will remind me that I should have taken a shower this morning. It's always flattering to be considered dead meat--just call me Road Kill. Such majestic flyers--such ugly birds. Hey, maybe that's why they fly over--they think I'm a relative.
Anyway, day three was a joy. Had a little chat with the neighbor kids as well. And Gus--though I have to risk my life and cross over the electric fence to befriend my old buddy. He's appreciative--tail wagging, jumping up and down, dog "hello" stuff. Chance of snow is down to fifty percent--oh, well, can't have everything. I guess Marlin has more pull than I do. Until tomorrow--find some nature and enjoy it. Who do you think the Creator made it for?