The bitter cold of this (so far) snow-free January let up yesterday. I could NOT resist taking a nice long “Thinking Walk” (to borrow a phrase from Winnie the Pooh).
I was rewarded with this beauty of a fishing shed and her wobbily door.
As you can imagine, I wasn’t alone. Lots of dog walkers. I bet most doggies protested two days ago when the wind chill was -20C. But yesterday was a glorious 10c above. And out we all trotted!
(Honestly, a girl has to have a flexible wardrobe to get through winters here.)
The crows were plentiful, too. They were calling to each other, foraging in the grasses and even, like this one, stopping to rest and appreciate.
At least that’s what I like to think he was doing. Or maybe he had me under surveillance.
Crows know things.
Linked with Norm’s Thursday Doors
Voila!! This is the door to our new deck (which doesn’t yet exist).
We are building a new house, and it’s taking for.ev.er!
The photo was taken a few weeks ago and still no insulation. No drywall. No kitchen. No bathroom. No nothing.
Except this door. And the amazing view beyond. Sigh….
I can’t wait till it’s done and we can step through the door.
Linked to Norm’s Thursday Doors
Well, that’s a wrap, folks! Last week, we packed up and moved out of our family’s home – the place where the kiddies grew (mostly), and from where they were launched.
Well. Actually. The packing-up part took months and was a horribly, gruelling process – one best avoided. But never mind. It’s over now.
But last week, we closed the door(s) on this property and on particular period of our lives. We built this place ourselves fifteen years ago. It was a great experience for all of us, in a gorgeous location and we loved it.
The place is now in the hands of a delighted new owner, who has expansion plans of her own.
As for us, life is full of adventures and it’s time for a new one. So, with one last glance at that view, we turn our attention to the next project.
Construction begins next week.
I’ll keep you posted….
Linked with Norm’s Thursday Doors
“Perfumes are the feelings of flowers” – Heinrich Heine
These beauties are generously filling my dining room with all the feels. And they are glorious! 🌱
Caught with her head deep in a vase of peonies (on the dining room table!!!), Pippa seeks to satisfy her thirst. Never mind that a fresh bowl of water is provided for her daily beside her food bowl – where’s the sport in THAT?!
WPC – satisfaction
If there hadn’t been women we’d still be squatting in a cave eating raw meat, because we made civilization in order to impress our girlfriends. Orson Welles
All fall in!
Lined up and ready for dinner!!!
This lot arrived compliments of our generous neighbour… who just happens to be a lobster fisherman. A happy surprise phone call on a Sunday morning!
They were deliciously fresh, of course. But. Still. I can help but wonder just how hungry must the first person to eat a lobster have been …. (it’s a perennial question for me.). There’s a lot of amour on those “sea bugs”.
WPC – Order
In this instance, the road taken is the road that takes me home. Highway 103, heading south …
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)
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…
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!
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
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
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