Today's Little Treasures

Another golden day, full of 'pretty and promise.' And surprises too, apparently, as I sit down to write again for the second day in a row. Are you amazed?? I know I am....

My day began with soup -- homemade chickenwing bone broth that simmered all night as I slept. It was so fragrant to wake up to that I drank some for breakfast, standing at the back door with a hot mug of it and looking on as Tumbledown's resident chipmunk scrabbled in the messy drifts on my patio before posing sweetly for the camera.

I've yet to name him but am leaning towards Mr. Alvin Chips

 Afterwards, I penned a quick letter and walked it to the corner mailbox, taking a longer-than-necessary route. There's a house nearby that has a backyard coop, and I pass it regularly to get my 'chicken fix.' Today I found the hens enjoying a dust bath.

Such a happy surprise to see them 'out and about'

My letter safely mailed, I took a different route home again and came upon a pleasantly unkempt yard with drifts of these tiny flowers. I have no idea what they are (do you?) but I had all I could do to keep from pinching some.

Must strike up a friendship with this homeowner....

And then it was back home again to my unfinished yardwork. And just look what I found in the leaves I raked! This didn't come from my fire-pit. A fairy message sealed in flame perhaps? A sad verse. A bereavement poem. Filler on a newspaper page of obituaries. Still so beautiful and noteworthy.

The author's name's a cinder, but Henry Wadsworth Longfellow is my guess

"Good-night! good-night! as we so oft have said

Beneath this roof at midnight, in the days

That are no more, and shall no more return.

Thou hast but taken up thy lamp and gone to bed;

I stay a little longer, as one stays

To cover up the embers that still burn."
 
And now a glass of sun tea; gunmetal green brewed in a mason jar. I'll pour you some, too, ok? All that magickal discovery. I think we've earned it. :)
 

Love it cold, hate it hot, don't know why.

Another glorious spring day. And I hope your day's been glorious, too, my friend.

:),
...me

Just Me Saying Hi

Yep. It's been a looong time. Much has kept me from writing and sharing, but it's all stuff that's not worthy of a post.

A sun dog! It's almost holy, isn't it?

But now it's time to get back on the word horse and take a dang ride already. And today's a good day for it. Bright and windy and warm. There's a ring around the sun! And marsh brush surrounding Postage Stamp Pond is gearing up to become a watercolor wash of yellow and green. I'll give it another day or two (and I'd best pay attention so that I don't miss the moment).

I can aaaaalmost see a smear of green....

I can hear a lawn machine droning in the distance and smell hot tar as its tamped into the post-winter potholes. Two chickadees methodically excavate a crevice in my elderly (and possibly dying) locust tree, taking turns widening a mouth under the moustache of the Green Man face I've tacked to its trunk....

He doesn't seem too worried about it. :)

Fat earthworms appear with every sweep of my rake, and stands of catnip fill my nose with fragrance as I bruise them with the tines. The woodbine buds are plump and green, its ropes are supple, and I gather them up and drape them over the dome of the plastic jungle gym I rescued curbside on Garbage Day. Someday it'll all be a grandbug-sized (and hopefully gramma-sized) 'twig house,' at least that's what I see in my imagination; a future hollow mound of shady green just right for crawling into with a book.... Dreaming of crocheting a plastic-bag rug for its interior and hanging a sign over its door helps me enjoy the tedium of raking. Forget the 'spoonful of sugar.' My imagination is even better for helping the medicine go down....

Doesn't look like much yet, I know. But just you wait!

But I had to take a moment to come inside, brew a cuppa, and send you a long overdue post. It's felt good to write to you again! And now my cuppa's done, and there's still sooooooo much to do.

Best get to it!

Enjoy your day, my friend.

...me.
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