The trails at Greenbank Farm are so enticing and so close-by. People enjoying the view and dogs enjoying what dogs enjoy!
I just wandered around our bit of green and noticed things sprouting. The meadow that we re-seeded and covered in straw is alive with sprouts. The Hydrangea that has wintered outside in a pot has new sprouts. This is a really new concept – winter spouts – spring not far behind.
The beautiful cedar tree standing on the meadow’s edge does not look well. During initial clearing, the top of the tree was lopped off by a fallen tree. The green seems to be agonizingly pale. I hope the tree survives, but if not it will become a terrific home for woodpeckers and such and a wonderful post for visiting hawks….maybe even an eagle.
Recently, the frogs have started singing and the other night I heard owls. One thing about living in such a tight house is the absence of outside noise. That’s the noise I want to hear. Not the internal annoyances. We open the windows at night regardless of the temperature and then we build a fire.
At the moment, the wind is howling through the trees. On my walk, there were lots of downed branches and I knew I shouldn’t be out without a hard hat! I tried out my new purple BOGS in the muddy meadow and they are great. Most excellent gift!
Lots of unpacking has been down. The furniture and been rearranged again. Art is up and there is more to come. We have a collection of Hmong needlework that we need to get framed and on the walls. Hmm, we purchased those nearly 28 years ago. I think it’s time. We also have some wonderful mixed media, woven and sewn pieces from Turkey and those also need to go up. The color will be brilliant and fun. There are other works that are waiting to go up. A couple of them have been with us since before we were married. Big, glorious works. Bijou and Gary and the Quaker Oats Man – friends indeed! I can’t wait to show them their new space!