Spring Cleaning

Max dog wasn't lying. The squirrels are sneaky. Yesterday, they started cleaning out their nest in the hollow of our maple tree. First, they brought down some nuts and buried them in the yard. A while later, one of Max's dog bones came hurtling down to the ground.

Gardening

Kathrine L. Wright is worth keeping an eye on.

Snow Drops

I wasn't hopeful, but they were right where I found them last year in the park, encased in snow.

Downy

This guy was just hanging upside down from the suet for the longest time, not moving, so I went out to check on him. I admit I burned the last suet batch and it hasn't been a favorite, but thus far it hasn't killed anyone. Anway, I thought maybe my cooking had caused avian injury. Whatever it was, he recovered. But he did let me walk right up to him and snap a few pics before he came to his senses and flew away.

Other Eyes

(But there's always work...)

A. He was outside attempting to paint some eyes on a statue for me my children bought me for Mother's Day, and I don't want anything that doesn't have eyes. He put the eyes on her, and when I went out to look at it, it would startle anyone what he drew on her face.
Q. What was it?
A. It was the eyes, they looked maniacal. He didn't see that. "What the hell is wrong with you?" His almost every move troubled me. I followed him with my eyes. I was scared inside my heart. I had to observe him.

Reality

Fantasy

Writers' Group News

Chris is up for a Wednesday night workshop at her house next week, April 2nd, 7-ish. I'll send out the e-mails. The Wednesday group hasn't met in awhile, so it's time, it's time...

Otherwise, we'll meet April 11 & 25 at The Chicory.

We need to settle on a name, like, now. Search your memory banks for whatever we discussed earlier. Come April we need a name!

And now, a brief word from our sponsors:

Woo-Hoo!!!!!

Mike is hogging all the woo-hoos!!! From his blog:

"I was right! Just barely. Baby was born March 22 at 00:00:00 am. Kinda in a daze, will put a picture when I get a chance. Stella Clare, 7 lbs 3 oz. Woo!"

Easter

We had a very nice Easter. We cooked and played and listened to music all day. I didn't read a darn thing, but worked a few Sudoku puzzles instead, took a walk, emptied many gallons of sap from our maple trees. We had the first taste of fresh maple syrup on our pancakes this a.m.

However, earlier this week I did enjoy this poem that arrived in the mail. I hope DDL has luck compiling more of Herbert Scott's work.

The Song the Assassin Sings

The knife is a prayer
the flesh answers.

Kneel, an old woman
planting tulips.
I come to bless you.

The isolation
is so beautiful.

To live outside,
to be an alien
in this skin,

to be perfect
beyond your belief.

If there were some other
god I would know him.

By Herbert Scott

Sleeping Woman, Carnegie Mellon Univeristy Press, 2005.