You can feel it.
The earth is ready to shake off her winter blanket. There are quiet stirrings and subtle shuffling of the layers.
The robins are singing sweetly at sunup.
The scent in the air is different too.
I was out on the back porch at 5 am with That Cat, it was cold and very dark, Wyatt was loudly crowing and off in the backwoods, our resident owl was hooting and screaming. It is thrilling and will make your hair stand up straight. I am completely captivated by owls, it has long been my desire to capture one with the camera. I’ve seen them when I didn’t have my camera, but mostly I hear them and don’t see them. Down in Florida in the area where our place in the sun is located, the city builds roosting bars and installs them in the fields where they rope off their nesting grounds. They are burrowing owls, and I see their nesting spots everywhere – I’ve never seen the owls. One day I will, and I’ll have my camera ready…
I always put the cart before the horse, or so says he. So it, therefore, shouldn’t be surprising that although the master bathroom is far from being finished. I’ve started adding my touches.
A small scrap of gift wrapping paper, with butterflies, it was my mom’s – just enough to line the drawers of the bathroom vanity. Simple, but it makes me smile.
Hickory hardwood flooring.
It was purchased almost two years ago and has been sitting in boxes, stacked in the house waiting to be installed. Mr. Cottage has made fabulous progress this past week. All those home improvement tv shows that make the installation look so easy – not so much. Fake. Don’t be fooled. Or maybe it is because all the people they show doing it are most definitely under 50, and they aren’t recovering from 2 knee replacements and a blown shoulder. Just sayin’. One board, that’s all I’ve done, it was enough.
I found three boxes of Amaryllis that I purchased months ago, I forgot about them. I planted the bulbs wondering if they were still alive – much to my surprise, within a day, the Red Lion had reared its head and within a week, it is blooming. The other two, which I believe are Miranda or is it Minerva, yeah I think that’s it, are taking their time but they are growing and I expect blooms on them in a few weeks.
Flour sack towels with my images printed on them, bright and cheerful soon available for purchase. I started stamping the eggs again, they read – Red Dirt Farm, Fresh Laid and little hearts. I stopped doing it after one of my customers left an ugly remark about the stamps. I decided not to let one poopy pants ruin it for the rest of us.
We had such mild temperatures this week, but with crazy high winds. I feel so grateful that our weather has mostly been inconvenient, compared to the heartbreaking stuff I see on the news across the country, tornadoes, and floods and crazy snow. Just as our magnolia is thinking about blooming, temperatures have dipped again, it is always a hold your breath and see if the flowers will get damaged or not. The old pear tree, which variety I do not know, is showing signs of growth, meanwhile, the Asian pears are still slumbering. I sat out on the grass with Boo and chickens yesterday and marveled at the blue sky. I watched a hawk soaring way high in the sky far over the field across from us, even though he was far away the chickens were quite nervous and all ran and took cover. A couple of airplanes flew overhead and I wondered where are those people going, or are they coming back? Con-trails drifted away, as did my thoughts. I got up with a wet bottom, it looked like I had an accident in my pants. Even those highs winds we had this week were not enough to dry out the soil from the constant rains we have had. I cut a few bouquets of daffodils and forsythia and brought them inside. The scent is spring for sure.
Be well my friends and oh – Happy St. Patrick’s Day!