This is a personal blog. Words appear about critters and plants living in our home. Notes are made on what I am creating. Posts are written commenting on life's occurances. I write to help my mind focus on my life around me. There is good in everyone's life; here is my take on mine. A contionary side note though: grammer and I seem unaquainted and introductions seems to have failed. Please be forgiving of my mistakes. Do check out the 'Tags' for listings by category and 'About' if you care to read more about who I am. (If you figure out who I am... please let me know!) ;)
Lifting my mug: "...to the Journey",
Zuzanna
Reading :: How to Read a Book by Mortimer J. Adler and Chales Van Doren
Listening :: The world around me with a new hearing aid!
Baking :: Apple Berry Pie
Watching :: a 3D print happening of a Kraken for over my aquarium
Waiting :: for eggs to hatch - all hens are setting on nests
Sketching :: cute rabbits for April
Tired of waiting :: still over a metre of snow out there...
For most of March this moose has been hanging around in the bush to the west of the house. Like, right there! This has Chewie barking at all hours of the night and day. Mostly we keep the bedroom door shut at night so she doesn't go out and bark some more. Dog doors have advantages, yes, but not in this case!
And barking at said moose does not get said moose to go anywhere it does not have the inclination to do so. Thus our new favourite saying when things aren't going according to plan, "You can't herd moose!"
No, this isn't an April Fool's joke, I am truly sitting in the truck typing letters of the alphabet in hopes of creating a words, to make sentences, to divide into paragraphs, all aiming at post. In the truck... heading to Edmonton. I am having trouble sitting still. Reality has landed. Finally after years of waiting, many trips to the city and a new hole in my head, I will be fitted with a hearing aid tomorrow. What a birthday present!
Everyday on our walks we attempt to push boundaries. Where the snow melts around the farm, we walk. One goal is a circle around the barn, so the dogs can sniff for rabbits. Don't worry, the dachshund has decided he is too old to go to ground with a mature rabbit. Opps, sorry Chirpa, too mature and dignified for such antics. Circle of barn completed I had my 'Today I Learned' experience.
This is an old project I love to use, touch, pet and generally feast my eyes upon. The colours of the sock yarn cannot get any better, just for the record. It is made with miles of i-cord. Once I get started with my trusty knitting dolly, I just can't stop. Yarn! More Yarn!
The pictures I took yesterday were out of focus. Cause: shaky hands, old eyes and tiny phone. Effect: white fuzzy blurs, black eyes and bright red mouths exhibiting no details. Okay, today take two. The chicks parents fed them so well, even an intruding human finger didn't disturb their sleep. I was sad I missed the upright heads and wide open beaks. Their mouths are a bright red. Kind of scary when you see in out of focus snaps actually. Maybe catching them snugly settled in their nest was the better photograph after all.
I know now how a humming bird or a honey bee feel about flowers. We walked into our local grocery store, my head swivelled and body followed. On a low display sat the most incredible orchid. It was beautiful with long green leaves and an unbelievable arch of flowers. I could not take my eyes away from it. The depth and range of colour you really need to see in person to get the full effect.
Yesterday evening held a surprise for me. Whilst doing my nightly food and water check on the canaries, Lily aka Knothead left her nest. Since I was on the step ladder I took a quick look. I then dashed down stairs to tell my sweetie - to the enjoyment of the hounds! We have baby chicks! It appears there are four little ones, covered with downy fuzz. This is the earliest I have discovered hatchlings. The females sit tightly on the nest, not giving anyone a peak. You sort of go by the approximately two weeks timetable and try to catch an open nest to sneak a look. The last thing you want to do is spook the hen into abandoning her nest. This happened with Fern and Troubadour's first clutch; Chewie bumped the next box.
This is the card my Hero gave me with the roses. I can't resist love from Snoopy, I mean my Hero. I love you more than my heart can tell. I like being your wife.
Seeing Snoopy on the card brought forth the memory of Snoopy flying his dog house against the Red Baron. And the song, "Snoopy vs. the Red Baron" by the Royal Guardsmen, "Just at the turn of the century, in the clear blue skies over Germany..." My friends and I sang that song often enough to annoy parental ears!
What is best about receiving a dozen roses is the look he gives me when he places them in my arms. Makes me feel like a teenager again. I love you sweetie. How can I resist yellow roses on a cold arctic day. I hum to myself as I go through the ritual of clearing the wrap, trimming the stems and placing them in a vase. I have a perfect location for them in the parlour. The fireplace has a mirror behind the mantle; there it looks like I have dozens of yellow roses!
My mother-in-love showed me how much better roses look when you actually arrange them loosely, giving each rose room to breath. Much better than my previously jamming them a jar! Growing up bud vases made an appearance, but I don't remember a dozen at once, until I met Steve.
I know many hate Valentine's Day. If you are not in a relationship, you can treasure yourself. You are special -- you don't need anyone to make it so. Take care of yourself; be gentle with yourself.
