I'm so excited because I found a new flower in my yard. I think it's been there all along, but hidden. However, after we cleaned some brushy areas last year, the Siberian squill has revealed itself. That's why I do
Second Looks--to find the unexpected little things among the predictable. And after doing this for three years, I am still finding them. :)
Here's what I saw this week during a Second Look.
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| If I have done my research right, this is a Siberian squill that still has to open. The snowdrops behind it have finished blooming. |
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| The first daffodil bloomed this week. |
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| Another kind of daffodil also opened. This one is in our compost pile. |
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| New crocus are still blooming. |
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| I found a couple of more bones. I'm not sure what they're from, but one of them looks like a scapula. |
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| In between rains, we've been cleaning leaves out of beds. Now these bleeding hearts have a chance to get some sun. |
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| Usually, the male and female cardinals are not on the feeder at the same time. This was one of the unusual times that they were. |
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Today's poem, by
William Wordsworth, is in honor of the first daffodil bloom.
The Daffodils
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A Poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
- See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15925#sthash.EsqoOj7j.dpuf
I wandered lonely as a Cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and Hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden Daffodils;
Beside the Lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A Poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the Daffodils.
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A Poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
- See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15925#sthash.EsqoOj7j.dpuf
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A Poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
- See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15925#sthash.EsqoOj7j.dpuf
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I learned something interesting yesterday-at least interesting to me. I learned that freeze warnings are only issued during the growing season when there is the possibility of serious damage to plants. Previously, I thought the weather service issued a freeze warning anytime it was likely the temperatures would dip below freezing.
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As most of you know, I track my weekly
food waste and last week I had a big surprise. We had spoiled milk. I
don't remember having spoiled milk during my entire adult life. And
while I remember milk spoiling when I was a child, that too was a
rare occurrence. (Back then, we drank whole milk that spoiled faster
than the skim milks of today. Also, spoilage usually happened because
one of the kids forgot to put it back in the refrigerator.)
This Week's Food Waste
If we didn’t have birthdays, you wouldn’t be you. 
