Springing up

Planting mixed bulbs can yield some surprises when spring comes. I wasn’t expecting mini iris, but that is what was in the mix. Which is how life often is, a surprise when you were expecting something else.



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I will miss our backyard stream when we move, I have taken many treks along it over the last 26 years. I might even have seen this very beaver as a youngun’ years back swimming happily around. 10-14-2012_092.jpg

It very well might be, now all grown up and the proud builder of 3 dams and a lodge. Part of our moving adventure will be finding new places to hike. We have been fortunate to enjoy our stream for many years in many seasons. It has been a great part of our backyard, and I think the wildlife back there would agree.

As it rushes by

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The beaver has had a busy season out back, several dams have altered the whole look of the stream. Yet all the rain of the last few months still holds sway, rushing over the tops of the dams and filling the stream bed to the brim. The water, like the year, is flowing quickly by, a new stretch racing up behind it to take its turn. I have little say in either the passage of time or the work of the beaver as he coerces nature to reroute. If you look closely you can see the spread of water in the far back as the stream reaches the next dam, a still wide place where it seems time is not moving at all. But, of course it is, just below the surface currents are curling and moving along as they must.

By the way

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The colors haven’t yet begun to turn, even the swamp maples are still holding back. The nights haven’t been cool enough to start the process. Which makes it seem unreal that the end of September is so close. Just a scant couple days left before the headlong plunge into October. There was so much I had on my list to tackle, both fun and household, yet here it is the end of the month and the list looks about the same as it did 27 days ago. But at the same time, so much has gotten done. I am a bit confused by that paradox, maybe much like the trees might feel in this warm, wet month.

All around us


The clouds, the reflections, the trees and summer colors are like a big breath of fresh air.  A few years back there were osprey nest in the tall trees, but none this year. There are plenty of ponds like this for them to choose from, so maybe they rotate through the selection each year or so. This is the trail head and to me the best part, even with the mosquitoes. The weather has been so changeable this past month that outdoor time has been relegated to the edges of the day. The midday hours best spent lolling in the shade.