every day is a good day
The greens this time of year have so much flavor, adding dressing would desecrate them. After going through a winter, the kale is tender and sweet. The ruby streaks are so mustardy, they clear your nose. When you eat an apple, or orange, or banana, you don’t think of adding any dressing. When salad greens taste this good, the thought of putting something on them doesn’t even come up.
Oooo! What is that? This is why walking in the woods is important. You get to see the alien life forms that live among us.
I guess this is what happens when all you eat is wood. You turn into this spaceship looking thing that makes a passersby say, “Oooo! What is that?”
If it’s gone tomorrow, it’s probably flown off somewhere, right? Flown off to another solar system to colonize another forest?
A gust of wind this morning filled the air with swirling petals … a blizzard on a spring morning. Petal blizzards. No need to bundle up, and put on a coat, and a scarf, and a hat.
Cherry blossoms are so fleeting. They only last a week or two. They’re so fleeting, there’s no time to be sad.
On this solstice day, the pears open their flowers.
On this solstice day, Tangerine checks to see if the old doghouse is good for laying eggs.
On this solstice day, a potato wakes from its long winter’s sleep. It’s a gentle reminder that I can start planting potatoes.
On this solstice day, Midge helps me with the weeding. I weed, she helps herself to all the worms.
On this solstice day, Sven is there to guard the hens as they join Midge to help me with the weeding.
On this solstice day, the skunk cabbage fill the spring air with their skunky perfume.
So much happens in just one day, it’s enough to make your head spin around. Biking home, I noticed a “No Trespassing” in the middle of a flooded field. Is trespassing really a problem in this case? Maybe people are launching boats to go duck hunting in the field.
Nature is the consummate producer of disposable items. One wind storm and a thousand used-once branches come flying out of the trees. The good thing about the items nature throws away is that they are all compostable.
The maples are putting out this year’s leaves. In six to eight months, they’ll be worn out and falling to the ground. Better enjoy them why I can.
There’s less time to enjoy the plum, cherry, and pear blossoms. A few weeks and they will be just a memory.
From dust bathing hens come the world’s most delicious eggs. These won’t last but a few days.
So much happens every day, that it’s taken me ten years to notice these wild cherry roots growing down an old cedar stump. Ten years! And I’ve walked by this cedar stump a million times. I wouldn’t have noticed them either if my husband hadn’t asked me to help him gather up fallen branches. So if someone asks you to help them do a little chore, don’t say no, you might see something worth seeing that you’ve missed for ten years.
