Well things are finally looking like spring. It seems to have taken forever this year for the plants to start popping.
The creek that runs by my dirt road has bright green skunk cabbage now lining it's banks. The trees have lost their blossoms or catkins and the wonderfully small, perfectly forms leaves are starting to appear. From a distance the hills surrounding this area look 'misty' with the different shades of spring greens that is now visible.
Trilliums in both white and red are blooming in the woods are as the tiny, yellow dog-tooth violet. The viburnum lantanoides is also flowering in the woods. It is a small woody, bush like plant with white flowers. In fact my 'picture' is one that I took of a plant that grows on the side of my dirt road.
It is not only the plants and trees that are starting to come to their own on the dirt road but it is also our yard.
The hubby and I have already put in many hours cutting down and digging up various things. I have the usual tulips and daffodils blooming but there is also lungwort and lenten rose. The red Japanese maple is starting to unfurl its leaves and the Henry Lauder walking stick has long catkins, like tassel decorations hanging from its lovely twisted branches.
The early planting of turnips and peas is starting to show little seedlings and the tomato plants are growing bigger every day down in the greenhouse. Now is also the time to start my pumpkins, squashes and gourds. I planted one batch of potatoes yesterday and have 2 more varieties to go in today.
I will walk around my gardens with pad in hand and blackflies swarming to make notes of what needs to be done. I did get my birdhouses up finally and may be rewarded with a swallow family. There were a couple showing interest. I got the hummingbird feeders up a little later than usual but they seem to have forgiven me and I have seen both male and female feeding.
How can you not forget the rest of the world and all the problems there in when you walk out to the quiet of my road. The simple beauty of the woods, the sounds of stream and wildlife. I suppose this is way the world should be. We should all be able to choose whether we live on a quiet back water dirt road in a little town or an apartment in a busy city.
But I admit my friends the ugly part of the world invades this dirt road too. The hubby and I participated this past weekend in Green Up Vermont. We walked from the west end of the road to the east end. Now over the past year I have made it my goal to try to pick up the trash that people with less conscience throw out their vehicle windows. Still there were 2 tires that people actually had to make an effort to get out of their vehicles to dispose of and the numerous beer cans and bottles. There are the occasional soda can or ice tea bottle, but beer seems to be the favorite. But what was most disheartening was finding needles. We found 4 needles, used, in one spot. Somebody was shooting up there. You could tell by the debris in the area that the needles had been used there. Not for taking insulin but another drug. Fortunately we had a quart size beer bottle with cap and were able to dispose of the needles without danger to ourselves or others. But it is a sad story to tell. My little bubble, my little piece of heaven has really been tainted.
But my faith has not. The flowers are still blooming and the trees leafing out. This will continue long after me and the person with the drug habit. And most like I will still be enjoying it long after they are gone. They see their world in a needle. That is truly the sad part of the story.
The creek that runs by my dirt road has bright green skunk cabbage now lining it's banks. The trees have lost their blossoms or catkins and the wonderfully small, perfectly forms leaves are starting to appear. From a distance the hills surrounding this area look 'misty' with the different shades of spring greens that is now visible.
Trilliums in both white and red are blooming in the woods are as the tiny, yellow dog-tooth violet. The viburnum lantanoides is also flowering in the woods. It is a small woody, bush like plant with white flowers. In fact my 'picture' is one that I took of a plant that grows on the side of my dirt road.
It is not only the plants and trees that are starting to come to their own on the dirt road but it is also our yard.
The hubby and I have already put in many hours cutting down and digging up various things. I have the usual tulips and daffodils blooming but there is also lungwort and lenten rose. The red Japanese maple is starting to unfurl its leaves and the Henry Lauder walking stick has long catkins, like tassel decorations hanging from its lovely twisted branches.
The early planting of turnips and peas is starting to show little seedlings and the tomato plants are growing bigger every day down in the greenhouse. Now is also the time to start my pumpkins, squashes and gourds. I planted one batch of potatoes yesterday and have 2 more varieties to go in today.
I will walk around my gardens with pad in hand and blackflies swarming to make notes of what needs to be done. I did get my birdhouses up finally and may be rewarded with a swallow family. There were a couple showing interest. I got the hummingbird feeders up a little later than usual but they seem to have forgiven me and I have seen both male and female feeding.
How can you not forget the rest of the world and all the problems there in when you walk out to the quiet of my road. The simple beauty of the woods, the sounds of stream and wildlife. I suppose this is way the world should be. We should all be able to choose whether we live on a quiet back water dirt road in a little town or an apartment in a busy city.
But I admit my friends the ugly part of the world invades this dirt road too. The hubby and I participated this past weekend in Green Up Vermont. We walked from the west end of the road to the east end. Now over the past year I have made it my goal to try to pick up the trash that people with less conscience throw out their vehicle windows. Still there were 2 tires that people actually had to make an effort to get out of their vehicles to dispose of and the numerous beer cans and bottles. There are the occasional soda can or ice tea bottle, but beer seems to be the favorite. But what was most disheartening was finding needles. We found 4 needles, used, in one spot. Somebody was shooting up there. You could tell by the debris in the area that the needles had been used there. Not for taking insulin but another drug. Fortunately we had a quart size beer bottle with cap and were able to dispose of the needles without danger to ourselves or others. But it is a sad story to tell. My little bubble, my little piece of heaven has really been tainted.
But my faith has not. The flowers are still blooming and the trees leafing out. This will continue long after me and the person with the drug habit. And most like I will still be enjoying it long after they are gone. They see their world in a needle. That is truly the sad part of the story.
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