This was left in one of the empty houses we examined a couple weeks ago. What is, was, its story? Why is it there? Was it forgotten, deliberately left, cast off as no longer needed or wanted?
We can spend a great deal of time pondering some mysteries, trying to bring reach closure, yet they are destined to always remain so. Sometimes we have to accept mystery as closure.
After last week’s snowfall, these limbs of our Manitoba Maple caught a great deal of the wet, heavy snow, which in turn caught the morning sun. The artistic arrangement also caught my eye,
As the time stamp reveals this was taken years ago. Stella was not a year old and I had not yet given her a job so she gave herself one. After a few more similar episodes we embarked on much training – basic and advanced obedience, Canine Good Citizen, agility, lots of power walks, exposure to many different experiences (including going into my credit union) – Stella became a pretty good dog. Not a perfect dog, a good enough dog. She’s remained a good enough dog ever since, one I am happy to own, pleased to have shaped into what she is today.
Though humans no longer live here, swallows appear to find an abandoned home quite suitable.
Faye started leek seeds a while ago, in anticipation of spring. Once they became too large to remain in their seed starting pods, she transplanted them into these milk bags, which she had saved for this purpose. Of course spring is not here yet, though when it does arrive these seedlings will be ready to go outside. In fact they are already – Faye put them in our portable greenhouse, where it’s about 10C even though the ambient temperature is about -6C.
We also have two Tiny Tim tomato seedlings, which we will pot and put outside hoping for an early harvest – perhaps in late June.
All are flanked by our African Violets, which have added colour and cheer to this long, cold, snowy winter.
Faye brought my attention to this violet, the first flower of the year. It’s a violet, a volunteer. What a cheery sign, a cause for celebration!
This cardinal perched on a TV antenna a few houses away and sang, and sang, and sang, what a lovely sound welcoming spring. It’s not far away, we have a little more winter to go, are getting closer and closer.
The Maker of All Things delicately drew her paintbrush across yesterday morning’s sky.
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