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Weather Change

28 Apr

The red hellebore is now fully open.  Along with lots of other plants, trees and shrubs.  The past two days the temperature has been 40 degrees higher than it had been.  And we have had lots of rain.  Last night at least four large thunder and lightening storms came through.  Over an inch of rain fell.

Plants are acting as if they are late for their scene on stage, rushing out and bursting into bloom.  They are late for their part, but it is not their fault.  The pacing of the weather has been quite slow here. But now,  the fruit trees will bloom any day if this weather keeps on.  The peas are up.

The influence of altitude and microclimes has been easy to see this year.  We were a couple weeks behind until the hot weather arrived Tuesday.  Down in town the forsythia, daffodils, magnolias were out.  Up here–small blooming bulbs and the hellebores.  No daffodils.  No forsythia.  No hyacinth.  Only the earliest white violets.

Now, except for the wetness, the blooms are “on time”.

Visits and Visitors

16 Apr

Since Wednesday each morning I go visit and care for Sarah, and elderly, blind-in-one-eye, black rabbit.  Yesterday she sat on my lap while I combed and plucked out much of her hair that is falling out due to the season change.  She is mostly skin and bones and spirit.  But a very nice spirit.

Wednesday evening Linda and I heard Noboyuki Tsujii in concert.  What an extraordinary treat!  He is only22.  He is blind. He learns all music by ear.  He played the Mozart Sonata in C major, Beethoven’s Sonata no.17 in D minor, op.31, no.2 (Tempest) and Mussorgsky”s Pictures at an Exhibition, complete. His playing is incredibly nuanced.  The music sings.  But as a mother I worry about his physical being.  His back is curved and rounded like an old man’s; he has little evident muscle tone in his torso.  What pain lies ahead…

Thursday Rocky, the flying squirrel came to stay with us while his family are on vacation.  This morning he explored my knitted vest and rested in the folds of my nightgown and the towel basket while I was getting dressed.  He lives in an aquarium in the bathroom when he comes here, the better to not fall afoul of large teeth.

Yesterday a new Hellebore and a small pink lilac– Sugar Plum Fairy– came home with me, thanks to a birthday gift from Mom M.  They are both in the ground now.  It is supposed to rain and be high strong winds here today. 

Jake, son of Jeni, comes to town with his crew team this morning for a race.  Will they still hold it if there is a storm?   It is nasty out there right now.

We are due to go to L and M’s this morning.  There is a two-day old calf to see and a hanging steer to cut up.

Recently finished reading Portrait of a Turkish Family by Irfan Orga.  What a wonderfully written memoir.

It inspired me to seek out another memoir: Carla Grissman’s Dinner of Herbs.  Another incredibly wonderful book.  Am quite sad to see that Ms. Grissmann died just a couple months ago.

Snow and Sew

25 Mar

Since it has been snowing I have been sewing.  All the circles for the big quilt are done.  Now must cut out the interstitial pieces and join them together.  Pounce was too lazy to move and so is helping in a quick display:

Something starting with H found the carcass of the grouse that was not-too-successfully hidden under the tens of bushels large raked pile of chaff from the lawn and threw it around until finding some other smell more interesting.  It is up high in wild cherry tree branches now, like an Indian burial.  Except the crows may find it there.

This morning the gray-green background of hills covered with pines and cloud below, a bright mild face of spring sun peeping from her gray cloud scarves above served as backdrop and illumination for the dropping air dance of a host of shining snow sparkles.  A happy dog ran back and forth in the diamond shimmers; dead brown remains numerous small markers of last summer poked up from the white and crystal speckled snow.  How is it that such simple sights enlarge my heart to bursting for their beauty?

Spring All Sorts

20 Mar

Not liquorice, though.

On the morning’s walk there were small spider webs in odd corners of soil and vegetative matter.  Within those webs were caught snowflakes in true suspended animation.  In the woods some snowflakes were gathered in the hollows of small deeply cupped leaves.  Otherwise they had all disappeared with the sunrise.

March carrots.Sweet and wonderful raw or cooked.  Have quite a few more to dig. The variety is incredibly long–some were over a foot, though many broke off and had to dig out the rest.

Petra called and thought there might be a Fisher in their ditch.  It was a mink.The numbers that get hit this time of year must be astoundingly large since this is the fifth I have seen this month.

Yesterday saw the first big tom turkey of the year crossing from a neighbor’s lawn to the woods on the other side of the road.  Removed the first mites from myself and Hawthorne.  Jay spotted an immature bald eagle on the ground in a field with wheat test plots. Several kinds of crocus are up, but not all are open.  The moon was full and deep orange when it came up last night.

This and That

12 Mar

Snow again.  But it melted by the late morning.  The basement rivulets are slowing down.  The school musical “Seussical” started Thursday and runs through this evening; four performances in all, two today.  Since track also started this week Isabelle has been busy.  She is playing violin in the  small orchestra for the musical.  Which is very well done. The pale blue hair of Miss Gertrude McFuzz is so fetching I am entertaining the notion of discussing with my friend Deanna, a hairdresser, if it is possible to change mine to that color.  Or should I wait another three decades?

Jay cut some wood and swept the roof. (Yesterday) I raked and carted 50 gallons of spruce tips and cones from a small part of the lawn. (Today again) Isaac played frisbee in the mud.  I ferried the daughter.  And sewed and cooked.  And went to class with Hawthorne.  Jay was unable to catch us when we were doing something interesting, but here we are:

Hawthorne like jumping through this today, the first time he had seen it. Yes, he and Jay both had hair cuts.

Tomorrow is Jay’s birthday; steak, mashed potatoes, salad, broccoli, and angel food cake for supper.

Time changes tonight; we spring ahead.  The weather is also changing; have decided the quilt for our bed must be sewn at a faster pace so it can be completed before it is too nice to stay inside.  Have calculated that 8-9 pieces per curve times eight curved sections per block times eight more blocks: 544 small pieces needed!  And about 70 more larger pieces, not counting edging strips.

Jay and I have been watching and enjoying  Foyle’s War .

 

The Seven Minute Snowman

9 Mar

Built at BTI on March 8th.  Started by Jay and finished with help from Leslie.


Soft Rime

8 Mar

Some research went into determining that soft rime is what the glass-like panes or flakes of ice that fell in flat piles from small branches a couple weeks ago.   And again today. Magical feathery piles which have fallen from the branches to the snow surface in the sun while the temperature was still in the teens.  I suppose they sublimate as soon as the temperature rises.

Hoarfrost is white.  Hard rime is white. Frost has spicules, or spike-like structures.  Clear ice forms a glaze.

So, soft rime it is.

 

 

Soft rime is incredibly beautiful.

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