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A perfect little piece of sunshine
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Every year, right about the 4th of July, our wild raspberries start turning from pale red to deep, almost black purple. At first you just see one here or there, then the next day another three or four. And it builds that way until suddenly there are shiny purple wild raspberries in such abundance that you can't pick them fast enough to eat, preserve, bake and so forth. Our started turning a little bit early this year, but they are turning slowly day by day. Our baby grand-daughter got her first opportunity to stand in front of the berry canes...
Hostas, my vista baby
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Do you remember when I wrote about planting hostas back in June of 2008? Well, take a look at how those hostas have grown. There are plenty more around the house in various locations, but those we planted by this old, quaint but out-of-use back porch came in with gusto this year. Since planting them, I have often seen other folks' hostas, some quite huge and lush and longed for ours to attain such grandeur. Imagine my delight when I looked outside one morning after many days of rain and saw how wonderful abundant our hosta display had become. This...
Tree Peonies of 2011
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You may have wondered where I have been. After fighting off a flu back in April that lingered for several weeks, I took a bit of extra time off to recuperate and do some long needed planning regarding my blog, my website, the knitting patterns, my writing in general, my fine art paintings and photography ... to mention a few items on my mind. I have also had some on again, off again computer problems over the past two years that have been quite annoying at times and during my recuperation I had to deal with that. With a very...
Things I look forward to
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Our lawn is beginning to show signs of the gorgeous, lush green glow that spring and summer bring to us. As much as I love winter and the magical beauty of snow in a mostly monochromatic world, the anticipation of color returning to the world is very awesome. I am sitting in an old fashioned, high-back chair by the window in our sitting area that faces the barn. I hear birds calling, and see that glow from the lawn that promises much green to come, thinking of things I look forward to. I look forward to green, orange, pink, purple,...
Peepers, willows, and geese
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My husband's grandfather had a saying about the peepers freezing three times before spring officially arrives ... we heard them last week, then there was a freeze and we heard them again this week. I don't know if this counts as them being frozen twice already, or only once. What I do know is that once you start hearing peepers the glowing green grass and flowering fruit trees are not too far behind. Between now and then we will hear more and more peepers until peepers is about all we can hear, there will be so many birds singing that...