12 March 2012

Spring is here - definitely

Two irrefutable proofs that spring has arrived : the native wildflowers are blooming and the gnats are pestering. Not to mention the daffodils are peaking (and the crocus) plus the forsythiae are opening. There may be further cold spells but on the whole, the seasons have turned.

The recent full moon (shown here setting just before dawn a few mornings ago) is the first of the planting moons and Mr. Fuzzy has been at labor in field & garden. Shown below are his very white jeans, coated in powdered lime from spreading on the lawn. There was perhaps enough in ears and nose for another 100 square feet of lawn had it been possible to easily extract it.
 The coltsfoot (Tussilago farfara) is in its greatest glory right now. The Cherokee and early white settlers (and farmers here) have used its medicinal properties for time immemorial. It has a quite queer life cycle with the bloom dying before ever a single leaf is produced by the plant. I cannot think of anything else with similar character.






 It would seem that beaver have made their appearance along Longman Creek. Every tree felled by massive incisors has been an ironwood tree (better known as hornbeam outside of this region); one must wonder what asset of said tree is so valuable to the rodent. Mr. Fuzzy observed many beaver trees in the West but never anything like this one, cut at so many different heights; it is not easy to fathom a beaver tall enough for the uppermost gnawings. Can any of the erudite readers of this blog enlighten Mr. Fuzzy about this? I thank you most kindly in advance.

Mrs. Fuzzy left Mr. Fuzzy in charge of her feathered charges; he may have failed as those that normally sleep rough (not in the coop) seem to have vanished which vexes him greatly. However, Mr. Fuzzy is glad to report that all of the wee chickies are thriving - this from today. Amazing how fast they grow.














And I leave you with Jacktar taking his restorative catnap, having been thrown out of whack by the initiation of the infamous Daylight Savings Time.

4 comments:

JudyB said...

That is some monster beaver to reach that high Maybe a beaver pyramid? :) Love the chickies.

Lausanne said...

I'll bet you've got a family of gymnastic beavers on your property that have figured out how to stand on each others shoulders to each have a place to munch! Glad to see that April didn't run away with the Russian gypsies after all and came home to count her chickens! Love the color of the bloom in your picture...

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Wow, look at those beavers, quite a site!

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