Just after daybreak this morning I ventured out to feed the birds as usual and on returning said to the girls, "Another beautiful day in paradise, ladies." ... and I meant it because the spring sunshine is bright on the snow, the eaves drip from the icicles, the red squirrels chase streaking up and down the tree trunks - Spring is upon us!
I just love my seasons, yet spring is particularly significant to me. Soon - off with the weight of snow boots, off with the michilan man snow wear, a lighter life, no wood carry, no clearing the vehicle, no more snowblowing - NOT YET BUT SOON!
Meanwhile, the glare off the snow is uplifting in a way. Almost blinding, though. Can deal with that
Inside Busby enjoys a fresh hyacinth while the snow swirls just outside the window.
I have, and I hope anyone who follows here has, seen the red throat feathers as Busby grew from poor health to good - yet the latest look is a lot more svelte and definitely looking like a female hummingbird. White band on tail feathers as well. OK - Busby seems to be a girl. The name remains - she is more noisy than ever
Two things strike terror into Busby ... not me, not my dogs, not squirrels, not woodpeckers or flocks of grosbeaks, One barred owl that perched on the platform feeder outside and that I had to chase off several times - and ants. Apparently ants are an instinctive threat, carrying disease and ones that contaminate food sources as they die by drowning in the bird's nectar source. With birds, spray or poison will kill the bird - so it is all mechanical control. Wish me luck and energy and vigilance especially with a bird that pees sugar water
So , tell me about the daffodils that are blooming and the bees emerging ... to contrast with the grip of winter that releases a lot more slowly here for sure.
Inside I've started two more coleus "Ruby Slipper" rootings from the overwintered plants - using english ivy cuttings to encourage growth (auxins). Also I've started 10 thunbergia vine seeds - waiting for a sign of growth at this writing.
Getting up the grade on snowshoes out the back door put me face down in the snowbank at first ... this trip was to empty the two ash buckets from the woodburner.
Yesterday was a perfect day for shoeing. Note I can walk overtop the tomato cages - nope, no signs of life just yet. NOT a crop circle!
Daisy loves the snowshoe trails