A Meaningful Poem on Death

When Death Comes By Mary Oliver When death comes like the hungry bear in autumn; when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse   to buy me, and snaps the purse shut; when death comes like the measle-pox   when death comes like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,   I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering: what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?   And therefore I look upon everything as a brotherhood and a sisterhood, and I look upon time as no more than an idea, and I consider eternity as another possibility,   and I think of each life as a flower, as common as a field daisy, and as singular,   and each name a comfortable music in the mouth, tending, as all music does, toward silence,   and each body a lion of courage, and something precious to the earth.   When it's over, I want to say all my life I was a bride married to amazement. I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.   When it's over, I don't want to wonder if I have made of my life something particular, and real.   I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened, or full of argument.   I don't want to end up simply having visited this world

Afterthoughts and Us

All of the places 

and trails,

together 

you and I.

Over the mountains and

into our deserts, then

beyond the world we know.

 

Our steps a little slower

and mine less than yours,  

remembering the places we lay

laughing at ourselves

and crying for lost moments.

 

We once took it all so casually,

now looking back, I wonder.

 

One year isolated

on our own without what?

Will it ever be normal again?

and what exactly is normal?

Who is the judge?

 

 

 

Social Distancing for Animals

If there's one thing I've noticed, it's that adult animals usually spend their days eating within their own space. Think about the cattle, horses, deer, elk, javelina, and other grazing animals - they each have their own area. 

 Any questions peeps?

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And so it begins...Tomatoes

Black Krim Tomato

Our first tomato plant is peeking from the soil today. Yay! We're starting these indoors under lights. This one is a black Krim heirloom tomato originating from the Isle of Krim in the Black Sea off the coast of the Crimean Peninsula. 

It's open-pollinated, indeterminate, bearing 8 ounce flattened globe fruits that are dark reddish-purple to black with green/brown shoulders. 

We haven’t grown this one in years so we’re anxious to welcome it back into our garden.

Homebound

While staying home due to the coronavirus pandemic, we've accomplished some ignored chores and tried to make the best of a horrible time for our country. I have also needed to continually "touch base" with family and friends to check on their health and well being. 

After I washed all the bedding this week (yes, with a little bleach) I decided to hang them on the line. I had forgotten how wonderful the fragrance of wind and sun-dried cotton linens can be when you crawl into bed. I'll be doing this again soon.

 

Spring Weather

The last couple of days have brought amazing storms to our area. The USFS folks I know always told me that March and October are the wettest months in Arizona and New Mexico. This is certainly holding true for 2020. 

This rainbow was overpowered by a rainstorm, giving it the appearance of a giant sundog.  

Winter Flower

What a fun way to chase away winter's dark, dreary days.

Looked out the window and saw the Hellebores nodding their heads with pastel blooms.


Hellebores are commonly known as Christmas or Lenten roses. Of course, they are not actually roses — but the flowers do resemble a single wild rose. Many varieties bloom from Christmas to Easter and, therefore, are associated with this time of the year. 

I plan to add more since these have trialed so nicely. They are  evergreen perennials that grow in shade or light shade, do not need dividing constantly, are drought tolerant (once established) and bloom in the winter. 

What more could I ask of this special little plant?