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How can a Month be both the shortest and the longest at the same time?

16 Apr

I keep the bird feeder full, it keeps me sane-r. The 2 feet of hard, sharp unchanging snow needs to have those feathered citizens- looking so busy- to give the world some movement and vitality. This is a taxing month. On the one hand I pine, long, crave the wet green of spring proper; on the other it is bearing down from the distance, like the distant sound of thunder whose clouds you can’t see. Spring that I long for also means a frentic pace that has me weeping by evening, tallying the jobs yet undone. What can I do to prepare for the manic days ahead, to make space in the pace- so to speak? I hate being so busy, that terrible pushed feeling. For years now I’ve felt an invisible hand on my back, pushing onward, even as I stumble. I didn’t even stop to ponder the feeling, I just kept my little legs spinning. Then- Bam! One exhausted day I thought, What the hell is this? I don’t want to live like this- I don’t need to. My job is done. No one is going to go hungry, no one will sleep out in the cold, no one will be traumatized or disappointed. Those days are past now. What a thought! The kids are grown and happy- successful enough for me to borrow money from them. Things are good. Husband has a job he loves, good…. And he’s workaholic enough for both of us. See the therapy I can give myself? I’m a pretty self contained unit. 🙂 Nessecary self-support network.
Now just breathe.
It looks like a scene from the movie “The Birds” out there, you’d think this was the only grocery store in 100 miles. Makin’ hay while the sun shines, huh guys? Well it’s not a bad idea my little friends. The way I’m chucking responsibilities around here, you never know if the bird feeder is next! (You’re on your own guys! Buck up! It’ll be good for ya, build character and all that.) I’m off to pick violets.
In my mind.


A world without color….

26 Jan

You’d think would be uninspiring. But like the fine black and white photograph it is; it is soothing, enchanting, ethereal. The snow keeps coming down and the temp has been below zero or near now for weeks. I can just see the garden fence tops, the snow would be over my head in some places.
This is the time of year to turn to searching out new peony varieties for the coming season. It fires up the blood to set to dreaming about new additions to the fields. (As well as helps to keep me from wondering how long it will take for all this snow to melt.) New colors! New forms!
Who knows what magic can be found in the little known nurseries both here and in Europe. The soft white backdrop of these January days makes the seeking and selection of new members of our family of peonies so vivid. I don’t think it’d be the same in summer. Summer here is 20 hour daylight and a sensory ambush of color and sound. The buzz of busy.
I found a web page from a gardener in Moscow, with lovely photographs of the 300 or so peony cultivars in their gardens.
Many were new to me; yumm.
The high-tunnel is trying to shed it’s load from last night, is that 4 or 5 inches? Soon there will just be no where for the snow to go and it will just go up, up, up. Poor moose.

High tunnel, 35X60