Saturday, April 28
Thursday, April 26
Wednesday, April 25
A prize to the first who recognizes the reference, without the help of a search engine. I first heard about Ada Queetie in Cleveland and have especially fond of chickens ever since. Here are pictures of my grandchickens, who live with my granddogs and grandchildren. I'm not allowed to blog pictures of the children, so here are chickens.
If I remembered any of the poem I'd tell you.
Chickens are proud and bold and will bother the pigs if given a chance. This is all for now.
Friday, April 13
Saturday, April 7
Nature Commute in April. The full flower moon will set soon behind Mt. Pisgah while the sun, obscured by the ridge to my east, is rising. The wonderful camera captures it well. Sunday will be Easter. We will have snow on Saturday morning, thus fulfilling the promise of dogwood winter. One more to go -- blackberry. How many people don't know the old time wisdom. Everyone says, "My goodness, a cold snap! And the flowering trees are in bloom! What will become of them, and us? Oh woe, oh chaos!" But folks, it happens every year. One to go before it gets really warm, and the frogs and crickets chirp every night. I've adopted a cyber pet. We'll see how he works out. Much easier to "get rid of" if necessary than a warm one.
We look to the web for our weather, rather than looking to the earth. Forgotten knowledge, it's called.