Tuesday, November 27, 2012

The Long Road Back

As I mentioned in my last posting I was scheduled for some major surgery prior to Samhain.  I have had back problems for over twenty years and have tried every option other than surgery.  I've done physical therapy, acupuncture, massage, meditation, drugs, chiropractic manipulation and injections of cortisone into my spine.  All of these methods helped for a while, delaying the inevitable decision.

I lost most of the feeling and strength in both of my legs and feet towards the end of September.  I finally gave in and started the process to see a neurosurgeon.  Of course I first had to have an MRI, consultation with my own doctor and a referral to a neurosurgeon.  The surgeons diagnosis was that I could go on the way I was and have permanent nerve damage to my legs eventually becoming a paraplegic or have surgery.  It was an easy decisionI was lucky enough to be able to have my surgery in a fairly timely manner  despite the bureaucratic procedures you need to go through.

sliced right through it!
I am thrilled to say that the operation was a success.  I woke up in the recovery area and had all the feeling and strength back in my legs and feet.  The nurses repeatedly assured me that my doctor had done an outstanding job of sewing my tattoo back together (the incision went right through a favorite tattoo!).  I had been concerned about it and must have said something on the way to the operating room....of course I don't remember anything.....so who knows what I may have said!  The loss of your short term memory due to sedatives (and who knows what else) pumped into your IV is disturbing at best.   During my stay in the hospital the nurses continually asked me if I needed a walker in order to get from my bed to the bathroom, or to walk back and forth in the hallway.  My little Crone heart was highly offended and I refused each and every offer!  I just couldn't bring myself to do it......no way!

It's now been a month since my operation.  I'm going to physical therapy three times a week and working on my exercises at home.   I'm getting about fairly well and am able to do most things for myself.  Thank the powers that be for my dear spouse Himself who has been amazing taking care of me.  To say I would be lost without him does not come close to the truth!

 I am pleased that both my surgeon and my physical therapist have told me that the fact that I Belly Dance has probably cut my recovery time in halfEven with my "being fit" advantage it is taking me a lot longer to recover than it ever  has before.  I'm afraid that the evil agent known as "age" has something to do with it.

I am spending most of my time walking around the house, doing my exercises, resting and trying to not be discouraged...then resting some more.  I miss playing with my mini minions Rupert and Boomer, I miss snuggling in bed with Himself, and I miss dancing with my Belly Dance sisters.  I'm finding that my recovery has become a long slow lesson in patience and gratitude.  I am so thankful for all the people who have and are helping me recover.  I am thankful for this enforced time of rest and stillness which has given me an opportunity to think and meditate.  I am grateful for a new opportunity to live without pain and disability.

Le Petite Crone says:  I am so very happy to have this opportunity!

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Samhain Thoughts

To me Samhain  (or Halloween, All Hallows Eve) is  my favorite "holiday".  

As a child I loved dressing up and running about the neighborhood with my big brother, knocking on doors and yelling trick or treat!  It was so much fun to "scare" the neighbors and hold out my paper bag for the obligatory treat of candy.  Things started to change when my brother no longer wanted to trick or treat with me.  Mom and Dad made him take me out for a bit, then I was dumped back home and he went out with his older friendsInstead of a brown paper bag he had a pillow case.  By the time my brother got home his pillow case was full and of course by the rules of trick or treat there was NO SHARING!

As I aged I no longer wanted to go around for the candy.  I still loved dressing up but I'd rather stay home and answer the door, handing out the candy for my parents.  Once I became a parent I was the one who made the costumes and took my son door to door.  That was fun and I think I instilled a love of Halloween in my son.  His is the house that all the kids want to come to.  His costumes go above and beyond the normI love it.

I stopped at a store on the way home from a doctors appointment.  My dear spouse "Himself" wanted to pick up some Halloween candy on the off chance we have children trick or treat at our house.  In the six years we've lived on "The Peninsula" I think we've had two children come to our door.  I don't mind the candy...even though it plays havoc with my diet.  I was aghast at the sight in the store....witches, Halloween candy, ghosts, Christmas trees and Santa Clause!  Really!  Come on folks, it's October!  October is not the time for Christmas!  Witches everywhere are crying in their cauldrons!


 Now that I'm a little old crone living on "The Peninsula" Halloween has taken on a more spiritual nature.  I find that my mind turns to those who have passed in my life.  As a time when the veil between this world and theirs is thin I take the time to turn inwards and remember my ancestors.  I take the time to honor and reach out to them and let them know they are not forgotten.  This year I was scheduled for some major surgery on Samhain.  Most of my friends thought this was an ideal day for me, however It just didn't feel right.  I'd rather join my ancestors (if something goes wrong) prior to Samhain than on it!  So for now my surgery is scheduled the week before.  With all good luck I will be able to spend some of my recovery time composing a few more blog entries.

Take some time on Samhain to remember those you have lost.  Light a candle for them, invite their spirits into your home, pay them honor, have a cup of tea with them.

Le Petite Crone says:  Wish me luck and I'll be back soon!  Happy Samhain!


  

   

Thursday, September 13, 2012

It's Festival Time...My Phobia

It's Autumn again on "The Peninsula".  Like most small communities we have our annual weird little celebrations that add to the local fabric of life.  Many of these events seem to have no connection at all to the local area...but are celebrated with great gusto...logic be damned! 

We had our local weekend devoted to the wonders of garlic.  Do they grow garlic here?  No.  Is an unusual amount of garlic consumed here?  No.  Why garlic?  I have no idea...but we have "The Garlic Festival" anyway complete with two grown men dressed as top hat wearing cloves of garlic wandering about so you can take your photo with them.  Why?!

There are the normal craft booths that show up in every town, at every festival selling the same items by the same people! There is the heavy set man selling the marshmallow guns made from plastic piping (he lounges in his chair, staring a people as they pass...I've never seen him sell anything!),  free trade baskets, canes and knives being sold by the African man with the sexy accent (is he really from Africa?), hand knitted dog sweaters being sold by the kindly looking old grey haired lady (who would spend all their time knitting that many dog sweaters???), horrible wine glasses made from canning jars sold by the man with bad teeth (did he personally try each glass?), and of course face painting done by the middle aged woman wearing fairy wings (really?).  I know these people are actually members of a huge army of clones created in a secret lab just to populate local festivals, county fairs and farmer's markets.  What is their REAL purpose?

I have to admit that I've had "issues" with farmers markets, fairs, traveling carnivals, amusement parks (yes, even Disneyland!) and local festivals for years.  I'm not sure what started it...but these types of activities always make me uncomfortable.  Ever since I was a small child I always had a feeling that the people who populate these events and places were really not what they appeared to be. 

I've had the misfortune to read several novels and have seen several movies as well which touch on this theme.  Of course this only added to my phobia.   The novel that best touched on my phobia was by one of my favorite writers Dean Koontz "Twilight Eyes"....read it and you'll never look at a carnival in the same way.  Mr. Koontz's smile hides a twisted mind, but any man who can write so beautifully about dogs can't be all bad!

I often have the image of a fly being lured into a web by a spider when I visit one of these events.  Why am I here?  What do "they" want?  Where do "they" go at night?  I'm giving myself goosebumps!  Of course I realize that the reason we go to these events is so "Himself" can get a sausage dog and some garlic ice cream....but still in the cobwebby corners my my twisted little crone mind monsters lurk.....and they sell marshmallow guns!

Le Petite Crone says:  Enjoy your festival, whatever it may be...but beware!


 


Friday, August 17, 2012

My Corner of the World

Rather than write something I thought I'd share some photographs of my little corner of the world...."The Peninsula".  This Summer has been cool, foggy and overcast.  We have had only one hot day, and perhaps four or five days in the seventy degree range.

 Looking out my kitchen window into the woods to the south of our little cottage.....

Notice the dead snag in the photo.  The tree broke during a huge wind storm several years ago and came through our kitchen window.  Himself and I were fortunate to be outside walking our mini minions Rupert and Boomer so we were not injured!

My kitchen scale is holding crow feathers, gifts from the crows I feed, along with some duck eggs.

 This is the slightly overgrown path that is right beneath my kitchen window,  At the end of this path is a gate into my back yard.  

We have had black bears and raccoons come from the woods, along this path into our front yard.  I'm always a bit wary to let mini minion Boomer  or Rupert in this area.  The woods are so thick that it would be easy for them to get lost.

A close up of the orange flowers


Hydrangeas

Fuchsias
My tree spirit

Honeysuckle

Borage in my herb garden

Hyssop in my herb garden

looking over the fence into the woods  

Daisies
Foxglove

Lavender   

A tree frog on my New Zealand Flax

   
Mini Minion Boomer enjoying some sun



   
Mini Minion Rupert enjoying a soft warm spot
The weather has been gloomy this summer, but as always the magic of "The Peninsula" has more than made up for the lack of sunshine.  I hope you enjoyed my little photographic tour of my corner of the world.

Le Petite Crone says:  Enjoy your life even if the skies are gray!


 

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Spiral Dance

It's August here on "The Peninsula". 

One step I have taken on my path to becoming Crone is to pay more attention to the natural world than the mundane world of preset dates and expectations.  Time moves in a spiral.  The ebb and flow of the seasons is not dependent on the calender!  In most areas of the country the month of August brings hot temperatures and sunshine.  Here in my little world August means days with temperatures in the high 60's or low 70's, fog, and a sky that is seldom blue.  If I go strictly by the calender on the back of the pantry door we should be in the depths of Summer but we aren't.  While most of the country has had record breaking high temperatures and drought we here on "The Peninsula" have had only one day of "Summer" heat and almost 53 inches of rain.  

Our cycle of the year is moving into Autumn (I know many of my friends will groan about my saying this - sorry!).  Many trees are starting to lose their leaves, and some are beginning to turn yellow and gold.  The grass is not growing quite as fast as it was a few weeks ago.  Many of my flowers are finishing their blooming.  In my herb garden my Hyssop, Oregano, Fennel, and Borage are in bloom.  I even have some bright red rose hips to harvest for winter tea!

Since "The Peninsula" is in the North the sun is low on the horizon even at noon.  The light is softer and is starting to get that special gold tinge you only see in the Autumn.


crows on my feeder
My crows are completing their cycle of the year as well.  The fledglings are out and about with their parents visiting my crow feeder in the morning.  They are learning the local crow dialect...you can tell the difference in the "caws" of the adults and the babies.  During the nesting season only the adults and yearlings would visit the feeder.  There would be fights to chase others away in order to get the most food for their young.  Now I see more cooperation, several families at a time eating together.  

Waiting in the trees in my backyard
In a month or so I will have flocks of crows crowding on the feeder, on the rails of the deck, sitting in nearby trees and on the roof waiting their turn.  When the weather turns cooler and the young are more independent they seem to indulge in a crow celebration of the season.   They chase each other  around the yard, cawing with abandon, diving and rolling in the air.  You can feel the joy.

I find my own internal clock adjusting to the cycle of the year.  My desire is to stay close to home.  I'm not as interested in travel, but enjoy spending quiet time in observation and meditation.  I tend my herbs and bask in the last warmth of the season before the dark time of winter.  My cooking changes as well, I'm not as interested in salads and fruit....grains, vegetables and meat are making their appearance on my table.  Of course my dear spouse "Himself" is an Autumn denier.  I mentioned that it was beginning to look like Autumn and his response was "Nooooooo!".  Poor man.

I'm sorry my love, mother nature does not go by our calenders.  She dances to her own rhythm.  Her dance a spiral of time and space, through the stars, the ocean, the forests, deserts and cities and through our own bodies.  She dances and weaves her changes around us and through us.  We can either dance with her and feel the joy and acceptance of being or we can fight it and have her dance us into oblivion.

Le Petite Crone says:  I for one am learning to dance!  Come join me......



Monday, July 30, 2012

What's In A Name?

In ancient times a name carried a great deal of weight.  In many cultures your name could indicate where you were from, what you did for a living, and who your parents and grandparents were.  A name was much more than just a name. 

Women have no problem changing their last name when they marry.  In fact I've changed my last name three times (marriage, divorce, and marriage).  Each time I've had no problem making the mental shift to the new name.  My dear spouse Himself says that he can't imagine having to do that!  Perhaps women have culturally gotten use to change.  We see our body change, our families, names, our hair color, not to mention changing our minds!

I've been seriously thinking about names the past few years.  I've finally accepted and admitted the fact that I do and always have absolutely hated my first name.  I've felt this way even as a very small child.  I have one of those old fashioned, relatively uncommon names and I feel it does not fit me nor my personality.  I have always had a difficult time calling myself by my name when engaging in mental conversations with myself.  I usually call myself "you" or "lady" or some unmentionable when I'm in a bad mood.

My parents named me after my Grandfather.  His initials spell out the first three letters of my name.  I never knew my Grandfather and both of my parents are deceased.  If I change my name or just use my middle name would this dishonor my Grandfather and parents?  How would all my family and friends feel if I suddenly declared that I am no longer "_____" but am now "_____"!  How will my dear husband Himself react?

Am I being selfish in wanting a name that feels more like me? 

I met a woman once, she was a tall, stately, distinguished and handsome woman (at the time I knew her) in her late 40's.  Her last name was Lamb and her parents had, thinking it was cute, named their little bundle of joy "Tiny".  So here was this beautiful strong woman named Tiny Lamb.  She hated her name....but felt it would be an insult to her parents, who were deceased, to change her name.  She told me her life had been hell, she was miserable, and had in fact never married because of her name and the reactions men usually had to it (laughing).   I cringe sometimes hearing what people name their babies, knowing that this name has to not only suit them as a child, but long into adulthood and old age.

My name made my childhood miserable due to teasing and confusion on the part of my teachers (was my name really that or just a nick name?).  I could live with my name, it's not terrible, but do I want to?  That is the question!  Perhaps this is another step down the path of Crone-hood.  Perhaps this is another decision I have to make to become the woman I really am and not the woman others want me to be.

I do know that I have some more serious thinking to do. 


Le Petite Crone says:  I'm not sure what I'm going to do........

Saturday, July 14, 2012

Letting Go

My mini-minion Rupert is not doing well.   Rupert is my nine year old, blind, one eyed English Bull Terrier.  He has arthritis and a bad heart.  Lately he's been having high fevers for a day or two then they go away.  He has little to no energy.  His only joy in life seems to be eating and cuddling with me.

I don't think he's in any pain, but then I could be wrong.  Rupert is such a stoic little guy.  With all that has happened to him, all the illness and all the surgeries he's remained a sweet gentle little soul who never seems to get upset.  He'll occasionally give a world weary resigned sigh when it's time for his medication but he's never gotten angry.  I am in awe of his continued good nature.  I know I would be a raving monster if I had to go through all that he's gone through.


My mini-minion before Rupert was a Scottish Terrier named Angus.  Angus also had medical problems.  He had a malformed leg and developed liver cancer.  I found myself pondering what kind of dog I wanted to have after Angus a few months prior to the discovery of his cancer.  It wasn't a conscious decision on my part, I just started to do it.  I realize that I'm doing the same thing now with Rupert.  I've started to ponder what kind of dog I want after Rupert.


I am bothered by this.  I almost feel as if I'm being disloyal to such a wonderful companion in contemplating his absence.  A dear friend told me that she goes through the same process when she knows one of her dogs is near the end of this life.  It's a part of letting go.  Well, I don't like it......


Once you let a dog into your life you know you will go through the heartbreak of saying goodbye.  I can't however contemplate not having a life without a dog.  So there is the crux of the problem.


I hope Rupert will be around for a while longer.  I'm enjoying all the cuddles I can and he's enjoying more treats than he normally should have.   I'll contemplate what kind of dog I'll let into my heart next knowing that at some point in the future I'll suffer the same grief I'm dreading now.


Le Petite Crone says:  No heart is complete without paw prints!



Thursday, June 21, 2012

Back from Paradise

Crone in Paradise
Hello all, I'm back from my trip to paradise.  My dear spouse "Himself" and I spent half of this month in Hawaii with a very special trip to the island of Midway (courtesy of the U.S. Navy) to attend the 70th anniversary memorial of the WWII Battle of Midway.  My father, who passed away twelve years ago,  was a U.S. Marine on Midway during the battle.  Our visit there was a very emotional experience for both of us.

I'm still a bit out of it, not quite back into my normal schedule of things so this posting will just be a few random thoughts and photos.  I'm hoping to get back into some sort of routine shortly and my postings will become more regular.

Yesterday was Litha, the Summer Solstice and for a change it was a dazzling beautiful warm day here on "The Peninsula".  It  made me think of our first night back from Hawaii...we left a tropical climate and returned to dark, rain and flannel sheets.  From Plumeria flowers to fog and mist.  It was quite a change.  I was ready to come home though.  Even with the gray, rainy weather there really is no place like home.  Your spirit is more at rest and more content at home.

"Himself" in the Hawaiian Surf
I was able to wear my bikini!  I didn't quite meet my weight goal but felt comfortable enough to wear a two piece swimsuit.  Not bad for an old crone.  It's nice to have goals in your life.  I've set a new one for this upcoming December.  I want to meet my weight goal, and add more exercise into my life.  "Himself" will be celebrating a big birthday in December and I want to look good for him and for myself.  You can't nurture others if you don't nurture yourself. 

Himself and I celebrated our twentieth wedding anniversary while in Hawaii.  We renewed our wedding vows in a traditional Hawaiian ceremony on the island of Kauai.  I was unsure if my dear spouse would enjoy the ceremony as it was not a "to have and to hold and obey" sort of thing.  It was amazing how many similarities there are in so many traditional cultures such as using salt as purification, using water as a blessing, and the number three being so important and symbolic.  I should have known that my worries were unfounded.  Even after twenty years sometimes you can be surprised by your partner.  I love my husband and our ceremony was a beautiful and moving experience for both of us.


I'll try and write another posting soon.  So for now, 


Le Petite Crone says:  Aloha and mahalo from "The Peninsula"





 



Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Leaving on a Jet Plane

My dear Husband "Himself" and I are immersed in the chore of packing for our trip to Hawaii and Midway Island for the 70th Anniversary Memorial service of the WWII Battle of Midway.  June 4th also happens to be our twentieth wedding anniversary.  

I usually don't get overly excited about trips.  I have the normal anticipation, then the dread of packing sets in and then of travel, being away from my mini-minions Rupert and Boomer, not sleeping well (I don't do well in strange beds!) and of course the prospect of vacation fatigue.  I find it amusing that while on vacations many people (especially us crazy Americans) tend to over do everything, eat too much, rush around like maniacs and generally just forget to relax.  We try to cram so much fun and "vacation" into each day that we are more tired when we come home than we were before we left.  I'm hoping that my "Crone wisdom" will keep me from doing this.  No matter what, I AM excited about this trip.  I so dearly wish that my father were still alive to share this with us.  I would have loved to be able to take him back to Midway under more peaceful conditions.  I think he would have enjoyed it.


Our transportation problems have been solved thanks to the U.S. Navy.  We will be flying to Midway courtesy of the Navy, leaving Honolulu at  Midnight on the 3rd and not returning until 1AM on the 5th.  A very long day indeed but worth every lost minute of sleep in order to in some small way honor all those brave men who fought and died during the battle. 


I will be back and hope to write about our experience mid June.  Please check back then.


Le Petite Crone says:  I'll be back!



Monday, May 14, 2012

Mothers, Fathers, and Husbands

Yesterday (Sunday May 13th) was Mother's Day.  I had wonderful conversations with my Son, my Daughter-in-law, and my Step-Daughter.  It's nice to be remembered and thought of.  The weather here on "The Peninsula" was stellar.  It was warm and sunny; a rare event to be sure (we've had over 47 inches of rain so far this year!).  My dear spouse "Himself" and I had a BBQ and to be honest I ate way too much.  My diet for our 20th anniversary trip to Hawaii was temporarily forgotten.

I thought quite a bit about my Mom yesterday.  She died over twenty three years ago of lung cancer from smoking.  I was not as close to my Mom as I believe my little sister was.  I was always closer to my Dad.  My Mom once told me (I was around 6 or so) that "she had always wanted a cute little girl like Shirley Temple, but she got me instead!"  I always felt as if I was somehow a disappointment to my Mom.  I was never "girly" or cute...even though she tried to make me that way.  I was always more interested in my Dad's war stories, knives, guns, horses, dogs and other non girlie sort of things.  My Mom and I never really "talked" like I did with  my Dad.  My sister on the other hand was always very girly and I know my Mom was more pleased with her.  Heck, my sister was a cheerleader in school...something I'd never do even if my life depended upon it!  Mom was always so proud of her cheerleading.

Even though I wasn't as close to my Mom as I could have been I do miss her and wish she could see me now.  I'd love to have those conversations that I never had.  There are so many things that I'd love to ask her.

I have to admit that I'm very much like my Dad.  We had similar personalities, likes and dislikes.  When my dear spouse "Himself" and I got married we picked June 4th because it was the 50th anniversary of the WWII Battle of Midway.  My Dad was on Midway with the U.S. Marine Corps Second Raider Battalion during the battle.  It was a way for us to honor his service and sacrifice during the war.  This coming June 4th is our 20th Anniversary and we hope to be on Midway for the 70th Anniversary Memorial.  There have been a few problems with transportation but we are still hopeful.  Only sixteen more days till we are off to Hawaii.  I'm looking forward to the trip.
My dear spouse "Himself" is nothing like my Dad.  He is sweet, slightly innocent and gullible.  He's my rock and keeps me stable and sane (though you may doubt that reading my blog!).  He's a good man and I love him dearly.  He makes me laugh each and every day.  I wish my Mom could have met him.  I think she would have approved.

 I guess I'm feeling nostalgic.  I've been thinking about my parents because of Mother's Day and our upcoming trip to Hawaii and Midway.  My son posted the following on my facebook page. 

True words indeed.  As I've aged and moved into my Crone years I have, too late, realized what I had and what I've lost in my life...however I do know what I have now with my dear spouse "Himself".  Life is a journey and it's what you learn and how you apply that knowledge.

Le Petite Crone says:  Take a moment and appreciate those loved ones in your life.









Friday, April 27, 2012

May Day

It's almost May Day.  Many think of May Day as a political celebration of labor...parades...missiles, tanks, troops marching through Red Square (dating myself a tad here!).  

Here on "The Peninsula" we have a "Loyalty Day" parade.  I find this title almost as emotionally disturbing as the thought of celebrating May Day with weapons.  It has an Orwellian sort of overtone to my ear.  "You must attend the Loyalty Day parade..this will show proper thinking, if you do not attend we will know!

To me, May Day is Beltane.   It falls half way between the Spring Equinox and the Summer Solstice.  It was a time for our ancestors to celebrate and honor the earth, to ensure that the food and livestock  would flourish and thrive.  Bonfires were lit on the night before and celebrations lasted until the dawn.  The fire chased away the winter and brought forth the summer and a time of plenty. 

According to Medievalist Nora Chadwick, in Celtic Ireland  "Beltane was celebrated on 1 May, a spring-time festival of optimism. Fertility ritual again was important, in part perhaps connecting with the waxing power of the sun, symbolized by the lighting of fires through which livestock were driven, and around which the people danced in a sunwise direction"

In Irish mythology, the beginning of the summer season for the Tuatha Dé Danann and the Milesians started at Beltane. Great bonfires would mark a time of purification and transition, heralding in the season in the hope of a good harvest.   The bonfires were accompanied with ritual acts to protect the people from any harm by Otherworldly spirits. Like the festival of Samhain, opposite Beltane on 31 October, Beltane was also a time when the Otherworld was seen as particularly close at hand. 

I can hear you saying that you don't need to ensure that your plantings and livestock thrive.  If you need anything you can just run down to the local store and with the magic of your debit card purchase what you need.  Your food that magically appears at the grocery store has to come from someplace.  Somewhere on this planet a farmer is looking up at the sky wondering if this year his crop will thrive, wondering if this year his livestock will flourish and multiply.  Without this farmer your local store will be empty and bare and you will go hungry.

Personally I'm going to light a Beltane fire, I'm going to celebrate.  It won't be for my crops and my livestock but for all of ours.  I often wonder if the condition of the world is due to the fact that we have forgotten to pay respect to the spirits of the land, to the spirits of our ancestors.  Have we become so jaded in our technological superiority that we think we are above the whims of nature?  Trust me we aren't.  If mother nature wants to "smite" us...she will and there is nothing we can do.  I will strive my best to stay on her good side. 

Le Petite Crone says:  Light a fire for us all.....celebrate Beltane.

Saturday, April 21, 2012

Spring Time on "The Peninsula"

Spring has come to "The Peninsula".   There are some signs that you just can't miss that tell you winter is over.  Clamming season is once again upon us...you can tell by the plethora of hand made signs in people's yards "Clams Cleaned Here" !   I always have a mental image of clams enjoying a bubble bath...once nicely scrubbed they are returned to the beach to enjoy the rest of the day.  I can't help it, my mind likes to toss up images like that.  The daffodils and crocus flowers are in full bloom.  The croaking of the  tree frogs are filling the night.  Their songs so loud you can hardly hear anything else. 

The grass is growing.  It's nice and green but then it's green all year.  On dry days you can hear the sound of lawnmowers chugging away.  We have only given in to the temptation to mow once so far....the lawn is still a tad soggy.  We have had a total of 41.27 inches of rain this year, but only 5.63 inches for this month.  Things are looking good!

My dear Husband "Himself" and I took our MG out for a spin the other day.  While it was a bit chilly the sun was out and we had a glorious time!  We were so bundled up all you could see were white faces and gray hair!  We looked at each other and laughed "Dang, who is that old person?".

My dark flock of crows has moved into spring mode.  They are no longer a large raucous flock , but have grouped into mated couples.  Their main intent is nest building and egg laying.  I'm looking forward to seeing this years crop of babies come to my feeder.

I remember my Grandmother singing "Spring has sprung, the grass has riz I wonder where the robin is?".  The robins are in full glory right now as are the manic cleaner birds (Bullock's Orioles) small black and orange birds who descend into your yard en mass,  peck wildly in the lawn, looking for slugs, tossing bits of moss and grass here and there leaving behind a  mess...but it's a "slugless" mess so I don't mind!


While spring isn't my favorite season I still find much to be inspired by.  I love the new green on the plants, the wild rainbow of rhododendrons and all the early flowers in bloom.  I love the clean smell after a spring shower.  I love the feeling of newness that you can sense, yet all the while knowing that this is old, as old as the earth.  Each season has it's time and each time it's season.   I like knowing that there is a  progression, from spring, to summer, to autumn to winter.  From birth, to fullness of life, to the autumn years to your winter and death and then like the earths cycles rebirth.

I have been a tad remiss in my blog postings because like the cycles of the earth my laptop has had a death (the dreaded black screen of death) and rebirth.  With many thanks to the local computer wizard I am once again connected and on line.


Le Petite Crone says:  Rejoice in the new!