taken and posted with the PlayBook
We were very pleased to discover that all 38 garlic cloves we started last fall made it through the winter. Presuming they make it to the fall we should have a good supply to plant as well as a lot for cooking. And there are the scapes to look forward to using.
taken and posted with the PlayBook
On a pleasant spring evening, Achilles and Stella survey their domain.
We recently indulged in a bit of whimsy, purchasing these koozies for our March photo shoot.
Beneath grey and silver clouds the twigs, limbs, branches, of these willow trees waved a greeting in a stiff breeze.
Old, old gravestones guard the honoured dead.
Sunrise, through a tree.
Published with windows phone.
After a winter of nearly unrelieved white, the brown and tan of dormant grass is pleasing to the eye.
My Australian Cattle Dog mix Stella recently became twelve years old a senior dog, reckoned in human years. That makes her, by some calculations, 84. I’m skeptical she’s that old.
She’s slowed down a little, lost a step or two. Stella likes the comfort of the couch a little more, and a little more often, than in years past. Yet she’s still ready for a walk no matter what the weather. And on the walk she’s still still nose down yet head up with eyes open, reacting to what she smells, hears, sees. I still have to pay close attention to her, what’s around us, what has her attention. That’s good, keeps me attentive and alert.
I’m very blessed to have had her for these years, and look forward to having her for more.
The crocus are finally emerging. It’s been a slow and cold spring. No amount of worrying, anxiety, wishing will make spring come any sooner. The seasons turn when they do and it’s good to accept that.
I stood on the riverbank, surveying the scene for an interesting vista to photograph. Nothing really struck my eyes. Then I looked down, just in front of my feet.
Water, incompletely solidified, becomes art.
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