Garden Is Planted


Today it isn’t raining! Today I am home! Today I can finally plant all the seeds I started in the sun boxes in the garden where they can grow into yummy vegetables! It took all day, working diligently and delicately in the sun and swatting black flies and mosquitoes, but the garden in planted! It makes my heart sing to have these tiny little plant in the ground. I will watch over them day by day, pull the weeds, keep out the varmints and hopefully the fruit of my labors will be rewarded with delicious homegrown, organic vegetables! Sometimes hard dirty work work makes you feel alive and satisfied!

First Hummingbird


Sitting on the porch in the evening, enjoying the blue cool of the approaching night, sun has disappeared behind the ridge, but the sky still has full sunlight. Breathing in the sweet smelling evening air, and rocking gently in my rocking chair. Something buzzes by in a blur of motion. It stalls at the startling red geranium flowers hanging in a pot from the porch roof. Its a ruby throated hummingbird! The first one spotted of the season. I follow its manic tour of all the flowers in the front yard, dipping and tasting each one. Then it whizzes off into space out of sight. It must be time to put the humming bird feeders out with their bright red nectar sweet liquid perfect for attracting and feeding these wondrous little winged creatures!

Blue Jays and Owl


Walking up the road, near the top where it intersects with a county route, under the hemlock trees, the overcast day making all seem gloomy, moisture still dripping randomly from the dark heavy trees. I suddenly hear several blue jay stirring up a raucous. I see them through the tree limbs diving, fluttering, feinting, and screaming. Then I see the focus of their attention. They have found a large sleepy barred owl camped on a thick branch minding its own groggy business. It valiantly tries to ignore their tormenting jeers. I stop and observe. The blue jays put up on magnificent show. Eventually, the owl spies me and decides it is just too much, decides to go find a more peaceful place to sleep the day away. It steps off the branch, silently opens it wings, and glides overhead, slicing between the trees and disappears into the gloom of the overcast evergreen forest, with the blue jays in hot pursuit hectoring the whole time. Eventually they will chase him out of their territory and hopefully then the owl will get some peace.

Snuggling With Lily


Rainy day: overcast, grey, dripping, drizzling, dreary. Don’t even want to get out of bed, curl deeper under the covers. I feel a cat jump up and walk across the blanket, she paws at its edge near my shoulder, purring for attention. I pet her head, scratch behind her ears. She spins a circle, flops on my shoulder and kneads a little before settling down into a warm, soft, fuzzy, purring cat nap. Any idea of getting up vanishes, I curl around her and absorb her comforting catness. She smells like summer sun warmed earth, dusty and dry, but full of promise. Love a cat!

Baby Peaches


The early spring flowers have faded and other late spring flowers are emerging. The apple blossoms are gone replaced by minuscule bright green orbs that will grow into apples. The peach blossoms are gone as well, but I am watching the tiny, hard, dark green oblong nodules on one tree and the fuzzy pale green ones on the other. I hope the grow into peaches and nectarines, but having sprouted from pits in a compost pile, who knows what fruit they will bear, maybe they will be like crab apples, small, malformed, and bitter. For now, I am enjoying the slow exploration of watching them get slightly bigger every day, incrementally small changes that can only be appreciated through time and patience.

Dragonfly Hatch


Standing on the cobbled, muddy edge of a lazy section of the Hudson River in the Adirondacks, watching the clear tannin browned water slip quietly by through the cool muggy morning air, I glance down and notice a dragonfly who has just emerged from the husk of its nymph form. Bending down close, I gently pick up this delicate helpless creature, its gossamer wings still unfolding and not yet stiff enough to sustain flight. Holding my finger up, it clings with all its tickling feet, I admire its sheer tenacity, its life force, its being. After many minutes of careful fluttering, it takes its first flight, low over the water and out of my sight. I then notice others taking off from the reeds and grasses around me. On closer inspection I realize I am standing in the middle of a huge dragonfly hatch. Squatting down I see dragonflies in all stages of emergence from just starting to break free of the nymph shell to flying away on the almost imperceptible breeze. Life is amazing!

Maiden Voyage (Again)


Two best friends and a new (to me) raft! What could be a better day for its first trip down the Hudson with me as its owner?! We three took turns guiding, playing the whole way down the river. Overcast but warm enough. Thinking it was going to be a sunny day, we didn’t top the boat off before getting in the water so it was a little mushy making all the waves bouncier, all the hydraulics stickier! Ended up accidentally surfing in a couple of spots, one trying to flip us, but we all high sided keeping our weight out of the hole. Floating out the last couple of miles, we laughed, talked, enjoyed each others company, lounged, relished another beautiful day on the River. This big blue raft is making many happy memories.