Shuffling into Spring

While it is, technically, spring, the scene out my window is somewhat dreary. Yes, the oak is leafed out and the Texas bluebonnets are blooming in the front yard along with tulips. In the backyard, the redbud tree is blooming and on previous sunny days I’ve seen errant honeybees in it. That gives me hope. They say, they being the nature people who count these things, that bees are declining. It’s true there aren’t many, but any at all gives me hope for our chemical free yard.

But today is overcast and dreary. Yes, I’m grateful for rain…farmers are always grateful for rain. Well. I’ve just realized I need to amend that statement some as the farmers north of here whose fields are muddy and ugly from the late winter floods and who may not be able to plant in those fields for another two to three years, might just as soon not see rain. And this particular overcast sky is supposed to bring more rain up north than down here.

Over the Easter weekend, I corresponded with a blogging friend, Rambling Rose, in Sri Lanka. And after an Easter day when she wrote about the church bombings, she’s gone dark. I’ve read the authorities have closed access to all social media outlets.

It is an unsettled world.

I remain grateful for our lives and our home even though it’s still suffering from winter storms and needs a new roof…like NOW. But that’s not going to happen “now” I expect. We have spread out big plastic garbage bags in the attic and stationed various old pots and buckets under the worst leaks. When a winter storm dumped over a foot of snow on the willow branches, weighting them down, they leaned over the electrical wires and pulled out the window ledge where said wires were attached. And broke off the new weather-head on the new electrical wires that go to the outside new electrical box which go to the new electrical panel in the basement. Thankfully, that’s repaired and the rain won’t go dripping down and short us out again. We did, however, need to severely trim my beautiful and much loved willow. It is, I’ve seen, recovering and putting out new shoots. I’ve given it food stakes to help it along.

This is getting to be a rather grim post, I’m realizing. Probably it’s the gray and cranky scene out my window. So here’s a bright point. When the window ledge which said wires weighted down with snow pulled out, it also took a chunk of stucco with it. So, to protect the wall from further damage with snow/rain/etc leaking down the wall behind the stucco, I filled another handy garbage bag with an old, flat pillow to keep garbage bag from flopping around, hung it outside over the broken spot, and secured it with the window sash. Good thinking, I thought.

Obviously, a sparrow thought so, too. She decided behind the plastic bag and in the space left from the pulled out window ledge was the perfect and warm place to build a nest. So each morning, as I sit in my rocking chair at that backyard window and journal fragile morning thoughts (this window in front of my computer is in the front of the house), baby chicks peep and cheep and call for mother who flutters back with something or another, the peeping gets louder, she flies away again for another round of whatever she’s feeding them, and that goes on for a good while until babies finally sleep. Or whatever baby birds do once they are fed.

Well. Over the years, while creating the backyard gardens, I wanted a bird and butterfly refuge. I guess it worked.


9 thoughts on “Shuffling into Spring

  1. Hi Janet … its me turning up like the bad penny yes 🙂 Yes social media is totally down but discovered WordPress isn’t!! Maybe it does not fall quite into that category and I doubt there there are enough bloggers to really rock the boat😕.Not that we would want to do that anyway. The situation is so fragile we are ultra careful not to light any sparks ….best to let authorities and international intelligence deal with this which has turned out to be ISIS recruits.
    Your post though starting out in dreary mood was like the sun breaking through the clouds to show the birds and bees. Nice thoughts to hold on to right now when all seems dark; the sun will eventually rise again. The light shines in the darkness and the darkness has not overcome it. Best to you … enjoy the spring.

    1. Ah, Rose. You are never a bad penny to me! And I’m so glad to hear from you. I have kept abreast of the news and think of you every day. You and your country have been in my prayers. The sun, and joy, will eventually return. Hold on. Do not despair. Indeed, the light shines in the darkness. With love, Janet

      1. 🧡🧡🧡 Thanks Janet for the love and encouragement. I went out today a bit further than the neighbourhood super … Negombo in fact where one of the bombings took place – sadness and grief was heavy in the atmosphere. I could not bring myself to visit the church – too emotive – just spent a couple of hours with friends who were visiting and returned early
        (where usually we would chat into the night). So it goes.
        The crisis has drawn all peoples together in ways unprecedented even after the war … so every cloud does have a silver lining. And the sun will peep out soon.
        Much love to you.

    1. Hi Allan. I did think of you when we were struggling with a total rewire of this house! Where’s Allan when I need him! No bodily injuries – my patience sometimes wears thin, but no injuries. 🙂

  2. I appreciate the grim tone of the first part of this because I share it. Change is hard when I wonder what our global future brings. The clever way you patched the hole in the stucco after the wires were pulled out and the bird family that took up residence restores my hope. We humans aren’t done yet. ❤

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