Springing

This might be the best Spring ever, apart from all the losses piling up. Somehow, the redbuds and dogwoods bloomed together. Often the redbuds depart as the dogwoods open. And despite four days of wind, the dogwoods continue to grace the verdurous woods.

Jane and Derry at the southwest end of the ring between a bluebird house and a persevering dogwood

Let’s take a step back to a recent beautiful Spring evening and a visit from sisters, Dorothy and Laura and their dogs Jagi and Dreidl. Harry fixed a delicious curry, which Dorothy topped with redbud blossoms. Despite being a sophisticated New Yorker, Dorothy has taught me much about the natural world. She is passionate about mushrooms and searches for them wherever she goes. It was a memorable meal with many stories and laughs.

Other Spring visitors are arriving.

Flowers are gracing us at every turn.

Jane and Derry rode today, but I was too busy with other things.

Jane and Derry

Our horses enjoyed another beautiful evening in the pasture, but we are already beginning to worry about a need for some rain.

The herd

Marianne has had to change her schedule as we moved to night turnout, but her cheerful smile has not changed.

Marianne hard at work

And wherever we go, there are cats to photograph. They are harvesting many Spring mice, but they are leaving the birds alone. Shouts of “scat!” whenever they venture onto the porch have succeeded in producing dedicated woodland hunting in the feline population.

Harry is busy in the studio.

Stone celebrates Spring

Be safe, be well. Slava Ukraini! Peace.

6 thoughts on “Springing”

  1. I have barn swallows building a nest in my barn rafters. They are so colorful and busy. They showed up yesterday, swooped the heeler to push her out the door and took over the rafters, blessing the place..

  2. So many lovely flowers. And it’s always nice to see the summer creatures return.

  3. Lovely, Harry, “you look marvelous darling.” Colors, cats, conversations all make for good sharing. Weedy is a good listener ❤️

  4. I sit out in back with a drink,
    A fine time to drift while I think
    I’ve seen pictures of turtles
    And horses and hurdles,
    But never a shot of a skink.
    – Sir Gerald Wordsworth

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