Spring at last.
I’ll be away from blog land for a while, so I want to leave you with a few photos.
The fruit trees are blooming oh so nicely.
The koi pond is very active with spawning fish and leaping frogs. The pond plants are waking up and the sound of the waterfall flowing is pure bliss. I lay awake at night with my window open listening to the bullfrogs singing. Oh how I love spring.
The trees are full with the song from oh so many birds.
I filled this suet basket with scraps of yarn from Mother Cottage’s stash. It makes my heart happy to think of birds using her yarn to weave their nests throughout our property.
The lilacs are in full bloom and the cottage gardens are heavy with their scent.
The young chicks are now free ranging during the day. We haven’t named them yet, except for the big guy, which we know is a Rooster, his name is Stanley. Lucy and Ethyl are still not happy about them being here. We got a new hen-house so Lucy and Ethyl could have their own space. It is quite cute, but I don’t think they are impressed with it.
Boo and Peanut (Precious in her former life) are adjusting well to their new life here at the cottage. Mr. Cottage says we did good adopting them.
Back in March I planted seeds for spinach, carrots, radish, and what seems now; a zillion peppers.
I made a wire cage to go over the seedlings, to keep the chickens out and so that I can drape burlap across them for protection.
Who is going to plant all these in the garden when the time comes?
As a last hoorah this weekend, I planted 28 Dahlia bulbs, 32 Ranunculus, 4 Eryngium, 3 Echinacea and I threw in a few sunflower seeds for good measure.
Boo and Peanut, helped. Well mostly Peanut got in the garden cart and sat on top of the flower bulbs, Boo just wanted attention.
Away for a while.
Mr. Cottage is going in to the hospital on Tuesday for Lithotripsy, sadly he has a rather large kidney stone. Ouch. He has been pretty miserable for some time, so it will be a relief to get this over, but not much fun. Y’all keep him in your good thoughts, won’t you?
I’m heading in to surgery on Friday.
I’d like to have a great story to tell about how I was skydiving, or maybe mountain climbing or on safari in some far region fighting off wild creatures and got hurt in the process.
The sad truth is that I tripped over one of my cats and fell down the stairs as I was heading out the door to hang laundry on the clothes line. I sailed through the air, did a somersault and landed on my shoulder.
My first thought was, thank god I’m home alone and nobody saw me do that. My second thought was, oh crap I’m home alone and nobody is here to help me get up. My third thought was double crap, I’m going to have to wash this laundry again.
I’ve blown out my shoulder so the surgeon is gonna fix it for me.
Hopefully, Mr. Cottage and I will be back to our old selves before long, enjoying the good life with all the furry, feathered and finned babies and sharing their antics with you guys.
Y’all be well, until we visit again.