I'm going squirrely

The only things in the garden of interest are the squirrels
I counted nine running through the trees
across the fence and into the pines
oh dear
Which one is my Happy Jack?
I think there is a "mixer" going on in my garden.
It is cold today and oh so gloomy
When of when will the sun come out
when will I see the first hint of bloodroot,or
trillium?
I said I would embrace this winter season
but it hasn't even been a good winter!!
Bring it on, Spring!

 I remember the day I dragged this home from the garden center
it barely fit into my girlfriend's van (yes, we must have partners in crime)
We spent a few hours figuring out where it should go
finally deciding it should go under the Japanese maples
It was a good decision
I especailly see that now
as it lights up my heart with joy
bare branches setting it off
giving it a wabi sabi feel
as it rests there rusting away in such beautiful tones
and any beauty in the garden at this time of year is welcomed
even if there isn't a single bee buzzing around it

February love

What can I say?
Love is in the air?

:)

Looking for joy in the garden this morning
in My Open Bar of Joy


sometimes it is just composition
compliments of Mother Nature,
that I thrill in




needles,leaf and stone

hmmm...someone has been gnawing
ha! my own mulcher
Happy Jack..thanks

oh, and always on the hunt for hearts

  I hung these clangers over the feeder to discourage the squirrels

ha...they loved it

Now this beautiful babble I should have brought in

It is one of my favorite stopping things

something that when I pass it

I always stop to admire it

and think

It mixes well with the iron

oh wabi sabi in the garden

lookie here.....dafs!

be still my joyful heart...soon..color

I love dropped branches

and the river birch obliges

still lifes everyday

be-still life

This little fella ran across the deck this morning
unaware that just a few days earlier
he would have been a marked mouse

Truly, I am getting antsy for flowers and dirt
and bees and butterflies
and I can hardly wait for the first robin
and his song
and watching for the Baltimore orioles to drive-by me
along with a warbler or two
So today...I'll settle  for the mouse
and the wee furry joy he gives me
....joy

 There is something so wonderful in the ordinary.

...joy

the squirrels harassed him all day
the poor fellow hardly got a wink of sleep
I tried to warn them that he might just eat a squirrel or two'
but they wouldn't listen
This morning my owl is gone
What joy this feathered creature has brought me
just when I needed it
Happy trails Lewis Long ears

HE'S BACK!!!

At first I thought Harry Hawk was back
the stillness of the squirrels made me look around
and as my eyes scanned the branches of the trees
SMOKERS!
I realized that it might be...could be...
IT IS!
The long- eared owl is back!!!
in my white pine
Oh joy
joy 
joy


however....my good camera with the long zoom
well, I let the battery run out!!
so I had to use this old pocket camera
and I had to scatter around the house looking for it
Oh it's sometimes trying to be me
but 
joy!

Isn't this a great combination,
poppies and Dames Rocket?
This was taken in Ellison Bay , Wisc.
last June
I have never had any luck growing either for any length of time
within a year or two, they get pushed out or die
Maybe I need to plant these in larger quantities
but my garden is not that big...and I hate mass green areas with spent flowers
but of course there is the question of soil and light conditions
maybe I had them in the wrong place...no, I had them in the wrong place
or they would have thrived as they do here in Door County
AH...but the dreaming I'm doing lately is grand
what a way to spend a chilly winter day
.....and liatris....that never survived either
.......and......

Things I saw on my morning walk
through the sleeping garden

The oak hydrangeas

I'm thinking this year of cutting them back

I hope I do it at the right time

...must get out my garden books

and this low spot that always holds water

what shall I do with this?

just around the corner of the house, in the Hawthorne tree

was a purple finch singing his heart out

so beautiful and so joyful

So inspired was I, that I went inside and got out

my birdcall CD and played it 

much to the delight of my kitty Abigail

Why just yesterday I was reading in a garden book about leaf litter

....to leave it...for critters 

I have a resident toad that I am certain benefits by these leaves

I have always left them for the spring thrushes to scratch around 

in for bugs

and of course, Happy Jack was full aware of my every movement

that was keeping him from the feeders...ha ha

and here is Abigail, my feral kitty that I got inside years ago
with a big belly
She is still very shy and jumpy
but she is the most lovable kitty
and a talker...only thing is...she likes to talk at night
I made myself a cup of peppermint tea
she fell asleep to the song of the Baltimore oriole

He of  home laughed at me as I placed
the old tomatoes outside for my wards.
He said that they wouldn't eat them....
said they would be like potatoes...no potatoes ever get eaten...
about that he is correct
But I hated to just toss these soft tomatoes
and I wasn't feeling in the mood to cook
so I offered them to my critters
and wulllah....I was right again
Happy Jack was feasting away in the River Birch this morning
image finding a frozen tomato in January
like winning the lottery
Joy

and......I'm going to add more nesting

opportunities

boxes

ledges

houses

Oh, I am dreaming big

Must be my new issue of

Birds and Blooms

yes,dream big

more flowers to attract

insects

and hummingbirds

Ah, what a way to spend a cold,dreary winter afternoon
....dreaming big

Not much going on here
BUT WINTER!

Brr!
A quick peek outside in the garden....looking for joy
 I found it in the cement garden bench with the skid paws across it.
It stood in the sun casting shadows on the snowy ground.
For a brief moment I saw Stonehenge
Ha! in my yard......what fun

Now I am off to get birdseed and peanuts
and few more feeders.....seems some of them are broken on the ground
hmmm.......as are the suet feeders...usual suspects
Oh well, I must keep my Open Bar of Joy well stocked
It keeps the view from the kitchen window interesting

The hawk just flew through my yard like a laser beam
Keep going, buddy

I think I might start a countdown....to spring....
I already have new garden magazines next to cup of a tea
waiting for me
....I read them slowly
peruse the pages of pictures...like they were secret messages
waiting for me to decode
and I will...come spring

starlings

 starlings

clowns of the garden

they arrive with their buddies

 push their way to the front of the line

Even Happy Jack gets out of the way

they can devour food like no others

It is cold outside today and more snow fell overnight

The starlings found the suet block that the squirrels had knock down yesterday

and more starlings showed up because of it

They look so unkempt..their feather sticking out all over

The rest of my bird wards saw that if they didn't get in there

...the food would be gone...quickly

so when I peeked out from the kitchen door

I saw a congregation just outside

and in the trees above

The one good thing about starlings is that they startle easily

and this is one way the rest of them get to rush in and grab a seed or two

Yesterday, I saw a squirrel aggressively chasing and pursuing

mourning doves in the horsechesnut tree

chasing them away from the seed on the ground

Really, what piggies...they get most of it anyway

Boo was having a good time watching them too

slamming into the door if they got to close

Why there were times I thought he was going to faint if he held his breath any longer

We have to take the days as they come

...yesterday, cold and sunny

...today,cold,snowy and dreary

But I  look for the joy

for it is there always

...and today, I found it in the antics of the starlings,

..the lowly, despised, non-native birds of the garden

My Open Bar of Joy

is open to all

They afterall, bring much of my joy

and if we only let stay what belonged

...I'd have to find a new home



meeting called to order

Ah...my Ladies Aid Society
They swirled around the mugo
hunting and pecking like chickens
I love seeing these birds in my garden
sometimes though I don't see them until I flush them out
getting too near to them as I weed

It is a cold day...a bit of sun and blue sky today
The birds are very active this morning,
must be those strawberry hulls I put on the feeder
or that slice of whole wheat bread that I broke into pieces
by the garden path

Oh the garden path....how I miss summer with all her blooms and foliage
Even driving through the country to Galena, the fields so dull
the landscape of bare branched trees uneventful
Except..I did see a Bald eagle about two weekends ago
in  bare branches near the Kishwaukee river

...but back to my itty bit of earth.....
   it sleeping until it is time to push up through the earth
stretch out those stems...reach for the sun
as I do today
I hope I bloom today

The snow is almost gone
only the refection of branches
is left on a wet deck 

...like secret garden writing

Carl Cardinal......I love Mrs. West Wind's children's books...love to name my wards

well, he sat in the tree until I threw out some seeds

....I was too busy inside making soup... to go outside and fill the feeders

ah,then Tilly Cardinal showed up in the next tree

So far this year they have been daily visitors

I hope they nest again in my garden...joy

I have been keeping a bird journal again this year

Junco

Downy woodpecker

Goldfinch

red finch

sparrow

chickadee

dove

nuthatch

and

HAWK!

Cooper...but who cares ;)

grackle

starling

and

one seagull

wrought iron tulips

Up early this morning

The garden called to me to come out,

be with it.

I grabbed my camera,boots, and opened the door.

The sun was just rising in the east

a pretty sky of blue and pink...golden rays of

light casting over trees and buildings,

so pretty.

The snow crunched under my feet as I walked around the garden.

Doesn't look like much this time of year...not

the Janis Joplin wildness that it will become by July

yes, Jennifer, I have that wildness in me

I'm a wench...a bawdy lover of the garden

in its wildest behavior

I seek to tame little....just a bit of order

This morning the little tulip wrought iron fencing

stopped me to ponder upon it

My son-in-law went to a lot of trouble rescuing this bit of
Chicago Lutheran history for me
....I was supposed to get the entire fence..but a thief

beat him to it.....but I am happy ...so content to have this bit of

of Trinity Swedish Lutheran Church, that is no more.

The convergence of these thoughts makes me a bit sad

for my son-in-law is going through so much right now

and being a human and a grandma....I ask ..why Lord?

But this fence of tulips humbles me

Tulips in the dead of winter...joy

and my son -in-law gave this to me

Thank you garden for calling me out

to see this...feel this

accept this

Look, there is my buddy the squirrel

who I saw a few days ago doing the wild thing in my Horsechesnut tree

when it was 50 degrees out
..we must operate on hope,faith and love.
how else does the garden grow?

the quiet beauty of the aftermath of a snowy day
blue skies above
the flittering about of birds
the footprints revealing
someone was there before you looked out
trying to survive another day
as are you
and you cast out some seeds
do what you can
for survival

We finally got snow...real snow...heavy,wet snow
My garden wards need me
I need them
Little squirrel
your playfulness looking for something in the deep snow
made me quiet inside
for a moment
thank you