Friday, May 8, 2009
Three red tulips came up in an old tulip bed by the lilacs. I once had a vision for this bed, with tall,White Triumphator tulips, small Chinese firey red twisted tulips, and blue-black parrot tulips, and checkered frittalaria. I planted bulbs every fall, only to find the shrews or the voles ate most of the bulbs by spring. I gave up on this idea years and years ago , but some tulips still come up. Three makes me quite happy, actually.
I hung the wool rug from our living room, that my mother wove, out in the sunshine, by the spruce tree. Everything that hangs near the spruce picks up that fresh scent. It's finally warm enough to keep the screen door open after the sun sets. The full moon came over the hill, as the owls started to hoot, howl, and screech and chatter up in the woods. It feels so good to be at home.