Greg Martin wrote:We didn't have a name for him, but from now on I'll be calling him Chris :)
Sweet! The northern boundary of our property is also the southern boundary of the reserved land of the Fond du Lac Band of Lake Superior Chippewa. As a minimal good-neighbor effort, I have dabbled with looking up the ojibwemowin words for various things. Porcupine is gaag. So I started calling 'him' that. Simultaneously, my daughter who was away at college, but excited to receive pictures of new animals on our new land, told me it looked like a Greg. The two names are so similar that we sort of use them interchangeably.
Going along with the nounization of the adjective...
I share a long unfenced property line with a neighbor who pays a company to spray weed-killer on her grass. In the spring the property line becomes clear even without the fence.
(This picture is from last summer)
Anyway, my springtime happy is seeing my lawn--er, my field of clovers, bugleweed, dandelions, etc. come to life.
Happy/not happy/happy/not happy, that is the question. Venus keeps telling me she *really* wants to sit on eggs. (Muscovy) She's been a good mother in the past, but she'd have to go into protective custody, which would make Bro very sad. (for about 8 weeks until the babies are big enough to go out with him and Venus.) And it will be more work when I'm trying hard not to add to the pile.
I can feel my resolve weakening ... I suspect Venus will win! She will be so happy!
In addition to the throngs of geese, duck, cranes, and other winged wonders flying about, getting the garden ready is a true sign that spring is well underway. The first pass with the rototiller portends planting days soon to come....
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“The most important decision we make is whether we believe we live in a friendly or hostile universe.”― Albert Einstein
I haven't seen the usual wildflowers, only rain flowers and verbena.
Our trees are just leafing out and many have not yet so I suspect they died ...
I feel last years late budding maybe what happened.
Invasive plants are Earth's way of insisting we notice her medicines. Stephen Herrod Buhner
Everyone learns what works by learning what doesn't work. Stephen Herrod Buhner
If you were a tree, what sort of tree would you be? This tiny ad is a poop beast.
Looking for cold-climate growers to join a GOOF livestream panel (Missoula)