Spring is chaotic. The season when our kids went a little crazy, running everywhere, barefoot, and wild, up on the bluffs, or down the river road. Often, we worried a little at supper time when we couldn't find them. The campground fills up with fish camps and fly fishers, testing their rods and waders. I pump my tires and ride my bike up the road again. The Let Freedom Ring blue bus is my new turnaround destination.
We conquer our pessimism and plant a dozen red raspberry canes, unearthing, in the process, one of Grandma's long forgotten and missing sterling souvenir spoons, deep in the compost heap. I wonder how long it was lost there with another spoon, and how it got there, not pointing fingers.
The cats are content to sit on the back porch, and not rush in each time the screen door opens. The Dell ducks have survived, with No-Neck, still in charge of Peck Eye (the one-eyed duck from an incident with a sparrow hawk last year) and the 2 others. The fresh, unwashed eggs are so rich and delicious, though my vegan sister continues to warn me against them, because they are 3 times as rich as hen eggs. Ramps, or Wild Leeks are rampant in the woods now, and the kitchen is fragrant, or odorous, depending on your opinion of ramps.
10 comments:
Hey Susan, did you see the cool mother duck (or goose) on the nest right across from the Amish farm on the way to Avalanche----she is sitting so high up...
Barb, I've seen her! She looks hot. I hope the pond grass grows up around her pretty soon.
Your duck eggs look so pretty in that old wire egg basket.
I hope I'll get a picture of the flock before anyone goes missing...
Amazing what you can find in a compost heap! Beautiful blue river winding it's way thru the countryside ~ lovely photos.
wild leeks are treats. working on convincing someone i know that they are worth the "fragrance"
Jenny M, Spoons disappeared regularly around here, but I was surprised when these came to light
Velma, I'd go so far as "delicacy", but even so, one can lead the proverbial horse to water, but one can't make it drink. More for me!
I love all your pictures, but I LOVE the blue bus. :)
Hilary, Ha, yes! Let Freedom Ring and Amnesty blue bus about 6 miles up the road sort of fascinates me. It seems like an appropriate social commentary
Hi Susan, I just discovered your blog via er, KathyinOzarks blog? Possible another link I ran across this morning... anyway, I am a new to weaving and spinning gal and looking for some new friends with like minded interests. Which, is why I couldn't resist becoming your newest follower! I love your blog and the way your write. I promise I will become a regular fixture visiting often.
Hugs for now,
Beth P
Harrisville, New Hampshire
Beth, thank you. I'm happy if you see or read something here that encourages you to weave, or live a little more imaginatively. My posts are sort of infrequent, so I hope I don't disappoint you. I'm glad to know you are weaving, and enthused. Good luck!
Fragrant, absolutely. It just pulls you out, doesn't it? The bicycle is it's own kind of magnet...and there's a sweet richness to things that haven't been tasted in a long time, like the eggs...that just sounds so wonderful.
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