Monthly Archives: February 2019

Is It Spring Now?

The snow which came at the beginning of February is almost a memory. Just a few patches remain, and today, the pond is thawed, the ice of yesterday and this morning gone. The chickens are back on grass, and loving … Continue reading

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A Chicken Parade

The village of Edison held their annual Chicken Parade yesterday at high noon. The quiet village was packed to watch happy chicken owners parade their chickens through the village. It’s a fun parade, all ten minutes of it. I don’t … Continue reading

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It Takes All Winter

It takes all winter for flower buds to age until they glimmer like starbursts on a frosty spring morning. Fragile, these gobo (burdock) seed pods shatter easily, waiting for a passing beast to rub against them and scatter their seeds. … Continue reading

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Things to Ponder While the Snow Melts

So what do you do with a doll you have loved for years as a child and are now too old to play with it? If you’re in Japan, you can have a funeral for it. There are Buddhist temples … Continue reading

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A Two Week Break

The snowpack is finally melting away, one snowflake at a time. For two weeks the ground has been covered with snow. It’s been a long time since we’ve had a snowpack last this long. Usually, they are gone in a … Continue reading

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Glaciers Recede, Duck Eggs Appear

I gathered the first eggs of the year yesterday. Among them was one of Emma’s, the biggest duck egg of all. With duck eggs for breakfast, I can forget about the snow. It is above freezing, the sun is burning … Continue reading

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Snowed In

This is a first. I had to shovel my way into the garden this morning. Shovel a path for the ducks to walk to their swimming hole. Shovel a path to the hoop house the ducks spend the night. The … Continue reading

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