I begin most days here, sitting by the front window, my cup of thread ends and trusty Fiskars close at hand …
However, with the tipping point of spring having been reached, I now find myself drawn outside earlier in the day, no longer needing to wait until afternoon for the sun to warm things up.Yesterday, I walked the land to take some pictures, like this agave for
Mo who loves how the leaves imprint on one another …
Right across from the agave, our crazy wind vane is a favorite perch for the Carolina wrens, so I left them some thread ends for their nests …
Close by, Don’s latest rusted bucket awaited a new tenant …
while just beyond, the lichen-crusted driftwood anticipated the new crop of mealy blue sage growing up behind it …
Everywhere I walked I smelled the soft honeyed scent of agarita …
my eyes catching every so often on bright red Yaupon berries still left after a winter of critter foraging …
I walked the new wood mulch trails …
leading out to the flood plain …
where wildflowers were already rising up to greet the sun …
and the bluebonnets showed the promise of more to come …
Surveying the compost rows …
I thought to look up …
then heard the clarion call of sandhill cranes wheeling overhead in a thermal before reforming their northward-bound V …
Lichen was growing …
on rocks harvested from the floodplain and carefully placed in the succulent garden …
although most of our flowers get planted by Mother Nature, like this stand of
thimble flowers …
The grasses were greening up so quickly I could almost see them grow …
some racing ahead of the pack, already setting seed …
And when I came at last to the breezeway, where Don was preparing the outdoor shower for the next three seasons …
I startled one of our anoles into a brown funk …
But after reconsidering me as friend rather than foe, he reverted to a relaxed green …
and pulled up a chair …
the better to enjoy the breezeway …