You know what’s sweet?
You know what’s really sweet?
When the maple syrup comes from your own back yard!
And, you know what’s EVEN sweeter?
When the maple sap starts to run earlier in the season than usual, and you manage to figure that out before it’s too late! 😀
You see, typically, the sap starts to run in mid-March. And it’s those days when the temps are above 5C in today and well below freezing at night that triggers the sap to glow up the tree. But we all know, (of us, everywhere!) that weather patterns are bonkers, do we must remain vigilant and observant.
In early February, I noticed the maple buds starting to swell and took a chance. Taps in trees – buckets under taps – sap boiled down (40 litres of sap = 1 litre of syrup). And, voila!!
Our own Maple Syrup! SWEET!!!
This lovely lady rested beside me for a moment or two.
Dragonflies carry with them a weight of myth and folklore.
In Feng Shui, dragonflies mean change, new beginnings and bring all kinds of nice things.
Some people think a visit from a dragonfly is a visit from someone from heaven.
Another take suggests that they represent self-awareness and living in the moment. This might come from the fact that dragonflies spend most of their lives as nymphs, living as adults for only usually a few months.
All of this adds to the beautiful mystic of the dragonfly. These elegant and versatile fliers are equally at home in the air, on land and on the water. And they eat mosquitoes!! Or, so I’m told. A positive characteristic in any visitor.
One thing I know for sure, when this particular dragonfly alighted beside me, the world stood still for a few breaths as I marvelled in this small gift.
WPC – temporary
This late summer squash blossom is attracting lots of attention from the honey bees. They seem to be queuing up. And, if you could see further in, you’d find three more bees in the throats of the flower. Amazing!!
WPC – pedestrian
Luci Khulman is waiting for harvest at Rose Bay Vineyards.
The soft, fluffy down of a baby chick.
This little girl has gumption!
Her mama abandoned her nest just days before the egg was due to hatch. The egg was cold; we didn’t know if was still viable. But we took the chance and cobbled together an incubator out of a styrofoam cooler and a light bulb (Thanks again Internet).
Right on schedule we heard chirping! But a day later, nothing more than a wee hole in the egg. She seemed to be struggling, so we peeled back the shell and helped her out. Back in into the incubator she went, to stay warm and dry off.
After a day or so, we tried to introduce her to her mama. Maybe there was still some maternal instinct left? Nope. The hen pecked the chick till she bled.
We rescued her again.
Now she is in a brooder in our laundry room chirping her little head off. My husband says she tweets more than Donald Trump.
We might call her Twitter.
This morning we woke up to find we’d received a fresh dusting of snow overnight. Pretty? Yes. But it was difficult to detect any signs of green in the landscape.
(Geranium cuttings biding their time on the kitchen window sill.)
C’mon Mother Nature! March is the month of things green. For instance, Number One son’s birthday is on St Patrick’s Day, thereby painting the weekend with all things green…. Mostly an artificial green.
Its the time to plant seeds in anticipation of this years garden. Onion, tomato and pepper. But those green are months away.
So, I’m taking you back to last summer’s garden for an uplifting hit of that verdant shade.
Some garden froth.
A Beach Plum before it’s time.
A harvest of peas.
Some Seyval Blanc.
Tonight we observe Earth Hour. Just another way to get our “Green” on.
And … last night’s dusting of snow had melted away during the day, confirming that we are on the other side of winter. Greener days are ahead!
WPC – it IS easy being green