The starlings are nesting, daffodils are blooming, the sun has shown us his face earlier every morning, and warm days have arrived.
The daffodils along the fence line were planted by Neil, Hugh’s Dad in 2003, they bloom more every year, and the King Alfred are almost finished, the ones with a pale orange trumpet are flowering now, The other day I picked well over 60, and could not see where they came from.
The firewood heap is growing, and on my wish list is one of these, of course there is a better machine, that does almost everything, but at $39,000, maybe a bit much for Hugh’s pocket. Meantime this will do the trick.
I always marvel at the tree rings, indicating the age of that tree, early rings are at the outer edge, next to the bark, narrow, wider, concentric, uneven, these all indicate growth patterns, drought, spring rain, or overcrowding on any side. This one had some variations.
Quotation of the day, by John Muir
is through a forest wilderness.
Greetings from Jean