The daffodils are out at Springfield College! The girls and I noticed them (and whole-heartedly approved) when we were on campus last Friday.
Other welcome spring color…
Glory-of-the-Snow. Isn’t that a wonderful name for a plant? These are popping up in unexpected spots in the yard. I love them.
The Flowering Quinces are getting ready to bloom. I mulched them last year with layers of pine needles and grass clippings to give them a good start, and that nice organic matter draws the chickens continually to that area. It looked so tidy in the fall. Now, it’s a mess!
I’m consoled by the fact that the chickens will probably do more to enrich the soil than my mulch would have. But, as far as aesthetics go….Well, I’m having to relax my standards for the backyard. I’ve basically turned it over to the animals. It’s a messy, yet happy, place.
The azaleas are blooming in the side yard. These were put in by a former resident. Hot pink against a red house? Sometimes I wonder. It says “tropical farmhouse” to me. But, they’re pretty, so we leave them in.
We did not, however, leave in the lightning struck tree that was splitting down its trunk. The gap had been widening with each passing storm, and a couple of weeks ago, CPT A heard it creaking ominously. So, Easter weekend it went.
This was a little trickier than the last tree he felled – mainly because two fences, a deck, and a clump of raspberry bushes lay in the tree’s track. Also, it was still alive, so more difficult to saw through…but, CPT A managed it nicely. No damage to any of the above things (though he hates the raspberry bushes, and so wouldn’t have minded “accidentally” taking those out). Now, it’s my turn. I’m in clean-up mode, stacking wood and raking the grass so that it will be ready to mow in the next couple of weeks. The grass seems to be waking up as quickly as everything else.
In crafting news, I finished a hat I started last year with yarn I had leftover from a sweater. I found the abandoned project while spring cleaning the hall closet. The hat was nearly finished, so it felt like a small amount of work for a completed project. Kind of the knitting equivalent of planting bulbs. Maybe I should do it more often?
Meanwhile, Ginger has discovered “God’s Eyes” – those yarn and stick creations that almost everyone makes at some point in their adolescence. She learned how to make them at church. Now, she’s making them non-stop.
She makes tiny ones (using toothpicks).
And enormous ones (using dowels).
They’re all over her room. And, when she ran out of places to display them, she started hanging them outside. Here’s one she made for our front porch – I love the bells.
When she hasn’t been playing with yarn, she’s been messing around with the Prisma App. Here are some photos she took while we were at the local high school. I swore there was nothing to photograph, but Ginger proved me wrong. (I’m going to include both the “before” and “after” photos here because there’s such a surprising difference in the two images.)
Who’d have thought rocks could be so photogenic?
And, finally, this year’s Easter Egg hunt – themed as always, thanks to CPT A’s creative mind.
The girls are really into Marvel this year (last year, it was Lord of the Rings), so they were thrilled. Each of the eggs CPT A hid contained a little superhero bobble-head.
I’m not sure how many more years the girls will want to continue this tradition, but for now, it seems, they have no interest in giving it up. (And, do you blame them? When they move out, I’m going to make CPT A set up a hunts for me…maybe with jewelry?)
From the dining room table, with the kids still asleep (it’s school break week here) and the house pleasantly quiet,