Sunday, April 17, 2011
apple trees
The apple trees are so beautiful. I've never gotten over the wonder of apples. I never tire of the dark pink buds unfolding into white petals. The warm spring sunshine encouraging the bees to flit like electrons around the tree. I feel like this is a play I never get tired of watching. After the stunningly beautiful overture, then the villains, the aphids invade, like they always do, threatening to destroy the trees by eating all the young leaves, then enters our heroes, the lady bugs who wipe out the aphids by eating everyone. This allows the tiny apples to grow, but they always have one difficulty after another. Yet at the end of every season I have delicious apples to eat. Some years bushels and bushels, some years just a bag or two. But the play goes on every year. And every year I enjoy it. This year I'll only be able to stay for the first couple of acts. I'm going to miss the finale.
Sunday, April 10, 2011
total lack of garden
This is sad in several ways. The apple trees are at their most beautiful, they are blossoming and gorgeous. We won't be here for the fruit they will produce. The other picture is of the backyard sans garden. It there is a little garlic growing in the back of the bunny coop, but other than that nothing. We tore out all the squares and spread grass seed over the old garden squares. With all that compost they ought to grow a lot of grass!
Saturday, April 9, 2011
musings
I know, I know, the blog needs more pictures. Words are easier for me than pictures. In order to do pictures I have to get the kids to help me take/download/post the pictures and lately I'm just not up to the hassle. I've tried to figure it out for myself and it just doesn't stick in my mind. If the least small thing changes I can't figure out how to do the new stuff and they seem to change their sites all the time. I used to be able to use my I-POD and ever since they changed the website I can't make heads or tails of it. The kids make fun of me for not being able to figure these things out, then don't exactly act helpful in teaching me how to use the new site. I claim that I DO figure out the rules, but as soon as I figure out the rules they change the rules. In so many ways I hate technology (I say as I type on my laptop to put an entry into my blog).
Anyways.... The house is getting emptied into the storage shed. The rooms here are starting to echo. I've got a Uhaul truck reserved for early June. I had an inspector come out and he told us what we need to do to be able to sell the house for someone to live in it (as opposed to "as is"). It isn't that bad. A whole bunch of little things and some railing on the back porch. That's about it. We've already done most of it.
The apple trees are blooming. Apple blossoms are my favorite flower. We had an apple tree in our backyard when we were kids and it was practically a member of the family. Us kids lived in that tree and ate from it (at ALL stages of greeness) and played around it constantly. I love apples, on lots of different levels.
The backyard has grass growing. It's green. Frankie-Jeff-the-girl-rabbit is eating the grass with enthusiasm but can't eat it all. I miss the chickens, they did a much more thorough job of destroying the grass (I miss the chickens but not the carpet of chicken poop).
Anyways.... The house is getting emptied into the storage shed. The rooms here are starting to echo. I've got a Uhaul truck reserved for early June. I had an inspector come out and he told us what we need to do to be able to sell the house for someone to live in it (as opposed to "as is"). It isn't that bad. A whole bunch of little things and some railing on the back porch. That's about it. We've already done most of it.
The apple trees are blooming. Apple blossoms are my favorite flower. We had an apple tree in our backyard when we were kids and it was practically a member of the family. Us kids lived in that tree and ate from it (at ALL stages of greeness) and played around it constantly. I love apples, on lots of different levels.
The backyard has grass growing. It's green. Frankie-Jeff-the-girl-rabbit is eating the grass with enthusiasm but can't eat it all. I miss the chickens, they did a much more thorough job of destroying the grass (I miss the chickens but not the carpet of chicken poop).
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