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The frost covered thistle rosettes spilled across the lawn like a box of scattered Christmas ornaments, glistening in the pale morning light. They'd popped up from a mother bull thistle on the edge of the chicken run that I'd allowed to seed out the previous fall. Yes, we could have removed it, but the bumblebees love the blossoms so, and the songbirds feast on the seeds before they scatter. And so we share the yard with our wild guests - thistle, bee, and bird alike. We've endured another...
The joyful chorus of spring peepers was a reassuring sound. The world at large might be chaotic, but as far as our sweet amphibian neighbors were concerned, it was time for exuberant romance. It always amazes me how creatures the size of my thumbnail could fill the evening with their songs. The rain continues here in northeast Wisconsin, but at least it's not freezing. Conditions today are wet with a side of wet. The ducks and frogs are thrilled, as evidenced by the happy quacking during the...
One morning, the ground was barren and frozen, paths stripped of vegetation from heavy winter traffic. The next morning, it was covered in ice, slicker than a Zamboni polished rink, and much tougher to navigate. By that afternoon the ice once again turned to mud, and as the day wore on and the rains continued, the entire yard was awash. Still, though it all, the trees buds slowly swelled, waiting patiently for the promise of true spring. I know the calendar says, "April", and "spring", but...