every day is a good day
You never hear people say, “I can’t wait for the maples to bloom.” I never thought much about blooming maples either, until I saw these scarlet blossoms on a Japanese maple. They’re rather stunning. They’re as pretty as the cherry blossoms.
Maple trees have a wide variety of flowers: Maple Flowers – www.maplesociety.org.
The chickens this afternoon are as colorful as any flower. They come in such an array of colors, they should be called Dazzle Birds.
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.
