Random daffodils, crocus and hyacinth are blooming around the house. Yesterday, we tossed around thousands of wildflowers seeds. We were going to wait until we had moved dirt in preparation for a vegetable garden space, a path, a shed and a greenhouse. The seed packets were gathering dust on the counter. We decided to toss them around and see what happens. A field of California poppies would be spectacular.
The heather plants are still blooming, but the bumblebees have vanished. I need to research their lives and patterns. Did they move on to the other plants now at bloom in the forest?
The bird patterns are also puzzling. We had loads of robins raking through the open areas. Now, there are less of them. I permanently took down the bird feeder. I don’t think these birds need any help from me foraging. Although, when I think of the impending clearing next door, I worry about what will be lost. I will have that feeder up in a nanosecond, if need be. Which brings me to the hummingbirds that have been flitting about. Do I have a feeder for them or not? Eventually, I would like to have such an abundance of flowers, that the feeder would be a moot point.
The house has not yet reached the comfortable old shoe stage, nor do I expect it to for quite some time. The other day I did open another packed box and it was a dandy. It held carefully wrapped, rusted pieces of metal. Treasures for me. An ancient bike chain, assorted tools, a tin can and more. I have several of them in the windowsill. I hesitated for a moment, knowing the metal might scratch the paint. It is high time I got over that nonsense. The only way this house will reach “well worn shoe” status is for us to live in it, scratch it, bump into things, move things, and pound more nails into the walls. So, the bits of metal are still in the windowsill. A few more nails have been pounded into the walls.
With the changing of seasons, we have opened windows regularly. This involves adjusting the floor heat so that the heat pump takes a break while the windows are open. That business is all a learning curve, as we navigate the desired comfort level.
Frogs sing, owls hoot, eagles titter and Spring crawls through the forest.