this is the end...
..considering the size of the piles this winter, a small reminder of what was.
Isn't spring grand?
Drying sweaters outdoors is SO much easier. I finished my Dark and Stormy over the weekend, weaving in the last ends this evening after packing the truck for the NH Sheep & Wool Festival.
Out on the pond, the Canada Geese have nested on the smallest of the islands. Most years there are two pairs. This year, if the other couple is around, I haven't seen them.
Momma's looking away from me. Dad chased away two Canada geese that flew in the other day. Couldn't have been the other pair, they've aways shared parenting chores. Very strange. What has happened to them? The geese must miss them, too. They've let a lone Mallard Duck take turns guarding the nest. If only I could chase away the beaver that is hoping to make his new home here on the pond as easily.
The blackberry patch has dried enough to get in to thin out last year's canes.
It's a prickery business that leaves me looking like the loser in a cat fight. But, it isn't a job that I mind. Something about it, working in the sun, one of the earliest gardening chores of the season.. I don't know. Look how rewarding, see how nice it looks afterwards. maybe it looks good to me because I know what it will become. I can taste the berries. (Probably from breakfast, there are still loads in the freezers. We love them in yogurt.)
While the native landscape hasn't shown much bright color, the transplants are brightening it up. Another thing to put on my list.. learn how to prune. It isn't in my nature. The bushes are wild, out of control.