Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Early Spring

Monday Evening

Right now our apple tree is a maiden.
 An Apple Tree in Full Bloom has to be one of the most beautiful things in the world.
 I cannot look at those blossoms and not thank The Creator. 

In 2007 we had a spring that came early. 
Winter was jealous. She turned around and came back. 
In one swath of rage she swiped all that spring had done away.
It was like Cinderella's step sisters ripping up her dress. 
Remember there were no peaches that summer in all of southeastern Ohio.
 The Orchards had signs up; closed.

The spring of 2012 rushed in faster than 2007, I do believe?!
 Everything is open, blooming, the yard is a pardise of flowers. 
Tonight a frost threatens. I go out to gaze again on apple blossoms. 
I cry. I beseech.

Tuesday Morning

Springs delicate beauty survived Winter's brush of cold! 
According to the handy guidelines Farmer Bill supplied, 27 could have killed most 
and it only got to 29! No black blossoms this morning on the apple tree ! Yeepieeeeee!

I did sadly come upon the Rhododendron who seems to have been overtaken. 
There were some black leaves on the blackberry brambles and I noticed on my way into town that the pink magnolia blossoms are browned. 

Three Snows After the Forsythia Blooms


 "Three snows after the forsythia blooms." As much as I love folklore I DO hope this line is wrong this year. Already not only the forsythia blooms, the peach, the apple, the red-bud and so much else blooms too. We got our first mosquitoes and a tick too! 

The gas line fellows tousled up my front yard today. Sigh... I try not to worry about it but when one of them came to tell me what they were going to do, at the end he said they would make it all good, by spreading grass seed over it all and mulch, (straw). I asked him if they could just not spread the grass seed or the straw. He said, "that is just our procedure Mam, that is how we do it." I wanted to ask him if he had a mind of his own and what was so hard about not spreading the seed? But I just didn't. LOL When they are done making their mess I will go collect the straw and put it to better use mulching the strawberries and I will rake out the grass seed. They have no idea that I don't like grass in my cottage garden. They will just shake their heads over the crazy old women.

Tuesday, March 13, 2012


We are having an unusually beautiful day. Even if spring is not supposed to be here quite so boldly I cannot help but want to participate in her joyous abandon, daffodils, crocus, coo of the doves, twitter of the red-wing blackbird, green of the grass, trees in bloom. I only hope it does not mean that the fruit will get frozen in bud. Sigh.... eager spring, she is here today I have to go out with her and play!

Friday, March 2, 2012

March, the Bearer of Spring

Whoa, it is March. Spring is here!

Already the maple syrup tapping is over and the tree buds
have turned to blooming. The Grackle birds and their
accompanying band of roaming groupies,
(starlings, blackbirds, cowbirds) are having their spring concerts
all over the countryside and town, wherever there is a
tree big enough to host them.

Often people complain about these gangs
but I enjoy their visits.
They fill the air with disjointed squawking,
which some compare to the sound of a million squeaky gates.
I think they resemble the way a roomful of people all talking
at once and nobody listening sounds.

I like the Grackles, they are intelligent
and somehow through all that noise they really are
listening to each other because they all get up at once,
and fly away.


 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Grackle in Maple Tree Blossoms~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I have been busy out-of-doors every chance I get
breaking down last year’s flower stems. I like to
leave them up in the winter to see their forms holding snow
but when bright green shoots began appearing at their feet
it is time for the dried flower stalks of last season to go.

Everyone is half afraid because it seems as if we tricked winter,
she never really came and now she goes away.
We are not quite sure if she will turn around,
come in the back door and dump us with a foot of snow.

She has been known to do this. Yet, it seems spring has been
stepping in with a sure tread, her footprints are everywhere.


I cheated and bought the primroses at the grocery store
but you cannot blame me, they were only .99 a pot
and even the pots are beautiful, bright yellow and lime green.
In front of the urn that holds the primroses
daffodils are blushing from green to yellow and the purple
crocus flowers look as if they are dressed in threads of gossamer.