Unquiet Spring

The last few days have been hard on the meadow. Wicked wind storms, trees brought to their knees, critters frantic. Naught we could do to save Squirrels home. 

The bunnies in their spring colours seemed on tenterhooks the morning after.

There is clean up to do. Some path clearing. Some saw logs, some fire wood, some new 'rabbitats' (Vince's new word for piles of brush that provide habitat for rabbits).

It is always sad to see a tree come down. Sad to know that souls have suffered loses ~ no matter how small and plentiful that soul's vessel might be . . .

 

This is not a quiet season. Every bird and every willow bush is using it's outside voice.
This place we call the meadow; is shaking winter from it's roots. 

 

Let the world be unquiet ~ 

or pr'haps said better by this dear old friend

NOISE, BY POOH

Oh, the butterflies are flying,
Now the winter days are dying,
And the primroses are trying
To be seen.
And the turtle-doves are cooing,
And the woods are up and doing,
For the violets are blue-ing
In the green.

Oh, the honey-bees are gumming
      On their little wings, and humming
      That the summer, which is coming,
      Will be fun.
      And the cows are almost cooing,
      And the turtle-doves are mooing,
      Which is why a Pooh is poohing
      In the sun.
      For the spring is really springing;
      You can see a skylark singing,
      And the blue-bells, which are ringing,
      Can be heard.
      And the cuckoo isn't cooing,
      But he's cucking and he's ooing,
      And a Pooh is simply poohing
      Like a bird. 

A.A. Milne

 The House At Pooh Corner

The silver grey before the greening . . .

We love our dandelions. Those sturdy first flowers of spring. On this Chilcotin meadow they open before any other petals are brave enough to unfurl their colours.  

Home.  Where quiet is complete. 

And Spring is underway. 

A mossy corner of the old pump house down at the foot bridge

This early morning moose crossing the creek at a well chosen shallow bend.

Now that's gotta be chilly.

That's the flagpole where we have never raised a flag in deference to the wildlife and the birds.  Instead it has become a hawk and owl perch and a white metal pole in an otherwise perfectly natural setting.

Spring.

Cranes overhead.

Drinking it all in.

Other years, Other Aprils ~ on the meadow.

Oh marvelous spring ~

"The Earth is like a child that knows poems."

  ~Rainer Maria Rilke

 





Awake, thou wintry earth -
Fling off thy sadness!
Fair vernal flowers, laugh forth
Your ancient gladness!

~Thomas Blackburn, "An Easter Hymn"







Other springs ~ other years, other Aprils on the meadow.





David with one of our ewes and her lamb (2007?)



April Lambs-a-leaping on our front porch :)



We have been talking about getting a few sheep again, chickens too this year.
It's time.



"And Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast
rose from the dreams of its wintry rest."

~Percy Bysshe Shelley, "The Sensitive Plant"

 

Yes indeed. Time to invite more of these sweet souls into our lives and our April days.

Till next time and as always, thanks for dropping by.