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
Spotted in late August, this little tomato plant is the best example of resilience I have seen in a while.
I’m assuming the seed of a patio tomato fell from a nearby balcony, lodged itself in a space between the sidewalk and a foundation on a downtown street. It then would have survived the freeze and thaw cycles of an icy North Atlantic winter. It would have been tread upon and scraped over.
Not only did it survive the Halifax winter (and “spring”!) but grew to blossom and even produce fruit on a shaded street that is dominated by massive urban building project.
If this had been a wee spruce tree, or other native spicies, it would, perhaps have been a charming find. But a tomato? Here? Impressive!
My hat goes off to you little plant! I hope the seed of one of those tomatos carries on your impressive will.
“And about this grass now. I didn’t finish telling.
It grows so close it’s guaranteed to kill off clover and dandelions –
Great God in Heaven! That means no dandelion wine next year! That means no bees crossing our lot!
You’re out of your mind, son.” – Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine (Green Town, #1)
Because our “lawn” started as a cow pasture, I don’t worry much about the plants that grow in it. Consequently, I enjoy wild strawberries, Queen Anne’s Lace, vetch, clover and dandelions (to name a few) throughout out the year.
Like school children, I welcome the cheerful yellow of the dandelion in spring. And later I marvel at the tiny perfection of their seed heads. And just when those ungainly stems threaten to spoil the look, a chickadee will land on one to feast on the seeds. How light must a chickadee be, to stay perched on a dandelion stem? Or, perhaps the dandelion is stronger than it looks.
It started out foggy here this morning. You can see the fog is still laying off shore, waiting to make its way back in this evening. That’s typical weather for us on hot summer days.
I took advantage of the cool fog to head into the vineyard and start the trimming and tieing up. And wow! That’s five rows done! I’m so pleased. The fog had retreated and it was mighty hot by the time I’d finished, but a satisfying accomplishment nonetheless.
Then to clean the chicken coop, because who enjoys a dirty coop (especially in this heat and humidity)?! Now it’s all cleaned up, with fresh bedding and even some rose petals sprinkled in the nesting boxes. I collected 4 eggs for my efforts there.
A load of laundry on the line, the kitchen cleaned up and supper is ready. And the anticipation seeing #1 son, who will be home for dinner tonight. What could make this day any better?
An hour or so of quiet time on the porch swing in the shade (feet in the warm sun), a light breeze, my book and cuppa, surrounded by roses. That’s my cherry on top!
I know. I know. The rose bushes need a trimming, too. I’ll save that for tomorrow. 😉
WPC – cherry on top
A little look at the July garden – in close detail (that way you can’t see the weeds):
Some Rose Bay roses …
Lace cap hydrangea …
Blue potato blossoms …
Here’s a baby plum …
The back currents are ready for picking ..,
But the first of the peas are in the trug …
I’m off to pick some currents, or maybe some haskaps, or some maybe some weeds…..
Cheers for now! Happy Gardening!
WPC – Details
A bumble bee and a plum blossom – the perfect partnership!
WPC – Partners