resurrection fern

minoosis

Minoosis is kitten in Cree and is the name I gave to this little fellow who appeared on my desk inspired by the wonderful leaves that fell off a plant in my office.

Whimsy really can be found just about any where.   

pinks and blues

Home late tonight but thought I would gather a few pictures to share with you.

I find it relaxing to look through my iphotos before tottering off to bed.

Our lawn is almost a sea of blue and green with flowers everywhere. The forest has a great variety of wildflowers right now and is changing just about every day.

      

a tiny celebration with tina and the ferns

I want to share a little treat I discovered thanks to google alerts. A lovely young lady with a gorgeous voice, an adorable ukulele and a name that fits perfectly ( tina verbena). You all have to stop what ever you are doing and have a listen to this.  Tina and the picture perfect ferns I observed unfurling themselves in the forest this week are my way of celebrating hitting one million views. I thought typepad would have had a little snail brass wind orchestra playing a marching tune but perhaps that will happen when little old RF hits a billion. 

 

Time to harvest some fiddleheads and enjoy them with dinner.

a million thanks

m    

a weekend with flowers

Not many showers this April thus far but the flowers don't seem to mind so far.

Oh I almost forgot the monday bench shot.

           

sunday smile

                The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.  ~e.e. cummings

Just popping in to hopefully make you smile and let you know that I have been talking to my magnolia tree for the last month, asking it to please be in full bloom on May 1 st and it has been listening. Just like these stones with their soft furry magnolia bracts.   

wake robin

  

I had to work the majority of earth day but managed a very short walk at lunch to discover who it was who built that beautiful nest under the lean-to. ( a robin red breast)

  

I took another short walk in one of my favorite wildflower plentiful forests and found the wake robins ( red trillium) had woken up.

  

I also managed to make a new colorful stone that just so happens to reflect the colors and sentiment of this friday post.

   

I will be very busy for the remainder of this month but I will try to pop in now and then with a few little glimpses and notes from home.

xo

m

get to know your local patch of earth

           
 

"What can turn us from this deserted future, back into the sphere of our being, the great dance that joins us to our home, to each other and to other creatures, to the dead and unborn? I think it is love. I am perforce aware how baldly and embarrassingly that word now lies on the page—for we have learned at once to overuse it, abuse it, and hold it in suspicion. But I do not mean any kind of abstract love (adolescent, romantic, or "religious"), which is probably a contradiction in terms, but particular love for particular things, places, creatures, and people, requiring stands, acts, showing its successes and failures in practical or tangible effects. And it implies a responsibility just as particular, not grim or merely dutiful, but rising out of generosity. I think that this sort of love defines the effective range of human intelligence, the range within its works can be dependably beneficent. Only the action that is moved by love for the good at hand has the hope of being responsible and generous. Desire for the future produces words that cannot be stood by. But love makes language exact, because one loves only what one knows." 
— Wendell Berry

    

 

Happy Earth Day!!!!!

Please get to know and love your own little patch of earth you call home.

       

am to pm

Flowers in the morning and flowers in the evening with a whole lot of 

.......................................................................in between

When life is really busy at least there are flowers and kitties to ground 

you.

Tomorrow is always a new day.       

If the stones could speak

It would be in the language of flowers and they would all over the world join together to wish Sonia the best happiest birthday ever.

Sending you a million hugs and kisses today Sonia from all of us here including the kitties and snails.     

i owe it to the stones

          I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.  ~Claude Monet

I believe I owe having become a crocheter to the stones. If it were not for them I think I would likely be spending more time knitting, sewing, embroidering, reading. It isn't that I don't do these things, I do but I would do more of them if it were not for those smooth, hard, heavy, pieces of the earth's crust imploring me.

Happy Monday!!