Good Eats

Back to the Holden Arboretum where we didn’t have anything to feed the stomach, but our eyes and souls feasted on the beauty of the trees and rhododendrons.

We have been eating well lately.  In an effort to clean out the refrigerator before our upcoming trip, M and I have become creative with the food that will not hold up well while we are away.  I’ve been almost tempted back into food photography, but haven’t had the time to indulge.  While the meals have been creative, delicious, and enjoyed in a slow eating fashion, setting up the tripod and camera at the right time of day (because, I’ve found, natural light is best) just hasn’t worked out.

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Delightful and delicious

Dandelion delight

‘Tis a gorgeous day here in the Bogs.  The sky has been mostly clear and a lovely shade of blue.  The sun has been warming and brightening.  It seems unusually quiet without the bellowing of the blustery winds.  All is calm.

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The spring migration has commenced

I see the moon and the moon sees me
Down through the leaves of the old oak tree
Please let the light that shines on me
Shine on the one I love

~ Nursery rhyme

There are variations on this rhyme and even several song versions.  I like this one best. Read the rest of this entry »

The last dragonfly

Green dragonfly

I cannot say for sure that this is the last dragonfly of the season, but I suspect we won’t see too many more of them.  This is the first one I’ve seen in a couple of weeks.  Dragonflies are cold blooded and probably didn’t care much for the gray, cooler weather we had before this wonderful warm-up.

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242: Tiny

(Dandelion seed on a blade of grass.)

Tiny is this this week’s WP Weekly Photo Challenge.  I had hoped to play around and do something a little creative, but I don’t think I’ll find the time for it this week.  So, I’ll start where I am and go with what I’ve got.

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204: Running out of words

It’s pretty amazing how quickly and efficiently life reasserts itself when it’s time for it to do so in the spring.  Plants and trees that barely had buds on them yesterday have leaves and in some cases, flowers today.

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203: Close-up look at spring

(Maple tree pink fuzzies.)

When the April wind wakes the call for the soil, I hold the plough as my only hold upon the earth, and, as I follow through the fresh and fragrant furrow, I am planted with every foot-step, growing, budding, blooming into a spirit of spring.

~ Dallas Lore Sharp, 1870-1929

It’s a fine spring day here in the Bogs.  The birds are singing, the sun is shining, and buds, blossoms, and flowers are popping up all over the place.  The maple trees are bursting with these pink fuzzy things (flowers? seeds?), making them look as though they are flowering.

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