Friday, April 29, 2011

Works for me

There's a kind of lassitude that happens when you've put in a full complement of hours doing something you love, pacing yourself so that at the end of the day you're comfortably tired and when you look back at how much you accomplished,  a certain pleasure in it all. My garden never got its autumn cleaning, for various reasons,  and now I have to do that and the spring stuff as well.  I've learned not to look beyond where I am,
or toward where I will be in a week, because that way lies mental overload.  One of the few things my Dad taught me that was positive, was never look too far ahead, or you end up doing your work twice.  So instead I look at where Ive been, and how much got done. 

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Kinda sad, when you think about it

This week here in NH it was officially declared that the northeastern mountain lion, puma, mountain cat, whatever you care to call it, was now considred extinct in New Hampshire.  The last one shot was in 1934.
There have been sightings of what some people considered to be a mountain lion, and I know I heard something years ago in the  woods that definitely was not a bear and defintitely not anything other than some kind of big roaring critter, and it is amazing  how quickly one can execute a 180 turn on snowshoes...most of me hopes that they are not extinct, but hiding out in the thousands of acres of forest we now have in this state,  moving from place to place like some nomadic tribe...

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

spring again

Down in the run below the house the peepers have finally started their chorus.  Later in the season if you listen carefully you'll hear bullfrogs as a kind of background noise.  It's not quite 8 PM and still light enough out to see detail.  And warm enough (albeit a bit damp around the edges) not to need heavy jackets, or even any jacket.  All the jonquils are up, and the beginnings of trillium in the woods.  All the promise is there.

Monday, April 25, 2011


Thursday, April 21, 2011

So far, so good

it was a very complicated journey but i am now the proud if uncertain adoptive owner of two stunning tiger tomcats, one grey, the other  brown. They  have, unlike female cats, recovered from their trip, and are slowly exploring the house, one room, one hidey place, at a time.  Turn around and there is a cat with a strange face, looking at you.  Now and then they  meet Albert and Isabel on the stairs, or under a table, and someone hisses and moves away. 

so far, no arguments.  they arent pushy,  Just careful and curious. 

The names will be changed.  Right now I don't know which is which, but one was called Bear and the other, Micro.  The kinds of names guys give cats or dogs, why I do not know.  Once I can see them together and find some distinguishing marks,  Ill start working on names.

So far they don't seem frightened, or even particularly shy, just cautious.

Pictures will follow. Eventually.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Deconstructing Autumn

He thinned out the color with turpentine,
turning the leafy glare of cadmium and chrome yellow
into watery pastels; the house no longer seemed to fit,
and ended up on the palette knife.
With the autumn leaves turned pale and lusterless
October's bright blue dome seemed overdone.
Grey skies, he thought. Much better.
The country road narrowed, finally morphing into woods;
the horse-pasture lost its barn, the horses
transformed into dogs chasing an unseen deer
(you could almost hear the baying),
then disappeared with one stroke
beneath a row of trees that sprang up overnight.
A few boulders appeared and faded; the small
brook evolved into a larger stream but nothing
came to drink and it soon was painted out.
The barren field, now struck by frost, turned yellow and brittle,
a few weeds still bobbing--no, wait--someone mowed it flat
and took the hay, and that bit of blue water to the east
became a tidal wave, clearing the landscape,
leaving only a canvas scraped clean of everything
but grey sky and one determined, distant, goose,
rapidly flying south, and gone.

Monday, April 11, 2011

Cbecking in

Been a busy and productive two weeks, we've been cutting up a huge number of logs that someone told us we could have for the taking, and when we're done it should figure out to about a cord of beech.  That, and getting the shed ready for the leftover wood from last winter to make room for the new batch coming in June.  Always working a year ahead, it seems. 

Next year, we say, we need to do this or that.  And suddenly it's not next year, it's last year.

Friday, April 1, 2011

Someone Forgot to Take Down the Sign

The national weather service has issued a winter storm warning for this area.  In general terms this is equivalent to shouting, LOOK  OUT,  ITS GONNA SNOW.  However,  Im not quite sure how the six inches that fell overnight should be classified;  if this is the appetizer to the real storm I do not want to be here when it hits.  If it isnt here yet,  what are we seeing?  Mirage snow?  Is this just a sample, and the true storm is yet to come? 

And happy April Fool's Day.  yep yep.  The man who invented this day was probably in a snit, standing knee deep  in snow,  wondering where his garden went. The one he just planted.