Kleine Schätze

Gestern abend war ich noch in unserem Wäldchen um zu sehen was es neues gibt...hier sind einige Bilder davon...am meisten hab ich mich über das Trillium gefreut.
Die weisse Blume (Alliaria petiolata) macht ein schönes Bild ist aber eine invasive Pflanze die ich entfernen muss sonst hab ich bald keine Trillium mehr.

Critter news

I just want to post a few pictures of some of the critters I saw this week-end. The funnest one is the worst picture though...we have a little Cardinal mama on our front porch nesting atop one of the pillars...I think we will have to use the side entrance for a while....

Busy Week-end projects

This was a very productive week-end with many projects inside and out coming together.
Hubby built me the perfect planter for my Clematis and Sweetpea to use as a screen on our balcony. Once it stops raining I will be able to paint and plant it.
The compost is finally done!! Yay the wormbin will be not so stuffed any longer...I'm sure those worms can use a break :)
The ugly pool is gone at last and we're slowly dismanteling the pool-deck and building raised beds of varrying height. There will be nine 4 X 4 when done. The tall one is my herb bed (it will be the center).
Finally the long search for nightstands is over, I decided to re-furbish my grandmothers and give them a new look. It was a lot of fun to create.

Earth I thank you

Still somewhat chilly out these past few mornings, only up in the 50's during the day and at night in the upper 30's. The rain has been good for all the new plantings.
So many seeds have sprouted. we will have a delicious crop!!

Earth, I thank you
for the pleasure of your language
You've had a hard time
bringing it to me
to grunt thru the noun
To all the way
feeling seeing smelling touching
-awareness
I am here!

-Anne Spencer,1882-1975 -

But, there are hours of lonely musing,
Such as in evening silence come,
When, soft as birds their pinions closing,
The heart's best feelings gather home.
Then in our souls there seems to languish
A tender grief that is not woe;
And thoughts that once wrung groans of anguish,
Now cause but some mild tears to flow.
E.B.