Joy!

Forsythia is pure joy. There is not an ounce, not a glimmer of sadness or even knowledge in forsythia. Pure, undiluted, untouched joy.

Anne Lindbergh (1906 – 2001)

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A few forsythia branches brought inside to bloom….. because I fear it will be a very long time before they have the chance to bloom outside this year.  They lift me up!

“Pure, undiluted, untouched joy.”

A photo for Macro Monday…

Fresh As Fresh!!

What perfect timing!!  Those very spoiled and coddled hens of mine have finally decided to earn their keep, and have begun laying eggs again. We came home from several days away to find 8 fresh eggs in the nesting box!!!  Welcome to Spring!

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It is usual for hens to take a rest from laying during the darkest time of the year.  But this year, they have enjoyed a nice long rest – starting two full months later than last year.  I wonder if they somehow knew something we didn’t – that we were in for the harshest winter in memory…. and just decided to hold off.  Your guess is as good as mine – into what a chicken thinks – or even IF a chicken thinks.

Perhaps because of the hard winter, which added another 100 cm of snow and ice to the landscape in the past week (in March!!), we were just beside ourselves with glee when we found these gifts from our “girls”.  And on the first day of Spring! A very positive sign.

We celebrated the best way we know how – we scrambled up 5 of those eggs with onions and dried oregano (also from the garden).  Mmmmmm!  Happy Spring to You All!

WPC – Fresh

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Mending Wall…..

Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,

That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,

And spills the upper boulders in the sun,

And makes gaps even two can pass abreast. – Robert Frost, 1914

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In the village I grew up in, there were many old stone walls left from earlier times.  Most of those are now found in wooded areas.  Obviously, built by the earliest settlers of the place, the walls tell of a rough landscape, where land was cleared of trees and rocks – the rocks piled to create the wall. They speak of the dreams, hopes and plans of those sturdy souls (who were mostly Irish – a people who knew a thing or two about stone walls). What stories could those walls tell, I wonder? In spite of the back-breaking work of years ago., nature has quietly, gently reclaimed what was hers.

When we built our present house, a decade ago, here – in the middle of an old pasture – I was delighted to discover an old stone wall on the land.  That was the inspiration for our retaining wall.  We built this last fall, between the house & garden and the driveway.  Every stone is from this piece of land.  Every stone placed by one of us – creating a connection.

At present, this stone wall is underneath a (slowly melting) snowbank.  I  pray the “frozen ground swell” hasn’t caused it damage….. only Spring will tell for sure.

This post is in response to the Weekly Photo Challenge – Wall

The Garage – Cee’s B&W Photo Challenge – Construction

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Two years ago, my husband and son took on a project together.  They built a three-car garage.

It took a little while… that’s for sure! If we (could have afforded to and) hired someone to do the work, the project would have certainly been completed in a few months.  But we’d never had a garage before, so obviously there was not burning rush to have it finished.  They wanted to do it themselves.  So they did.  Every nail.

That makes it more than just a garage, albeit a beautiful one.  Sure, it shelters the cars, mower, canoe, surf boards, etc., etc. blah, blah, blah.  And that’s it intended purpose.

More than that, much more, it represents time spent together – envisioning, planning, building, swearing, solving problems and patting each other on the back.  My husband shared his love of building with his son, who in turn, learned some life skills.  There were struggles – like the time they built the structure around the (borrowed) scaffolding and opted (after a great deal of deliberation) to cut the scaffolding away rather than attempt to remove the beam they had just spend several hours installing. They are not going to live that one down for a while!

It took for-ever!! to build – turning our driveway into a construction zone for a couple of years. Years! I was beginning to wonder if it would ever be finished. (I may have mentioned that to them…. once or twice.)

It’s finished, now (well, mostly).  And I love it!  I love it because it means I don’t have to scrape snow and ice off my car anymore in winter (glory hallelujah!) But mostly, I love it because of the accomplishment it is, and the beautiful shared memories it already holds.

This is my entry in Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge – Construction

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