I was considering taking today off from blogging.
You see... we've had a string of fantastically beautiful days
and I have pretty much spent sun-up til sun-down in the garden.
I am almost finished planting for the season.
So, although I don't have a farm story to share with you today,
I do have a few photos from yesterday.
I only wish that photos could be a multi-sense experience,
because there is so much that I would love to share that a photo cannot convey.
Like...
the song of the birds as they flit to and fro...
the sound of tree frogs chirping in the distant woods...
the sweet fragrance of spring blossoms carried on a gentle breeze...
the brilliance of colors as life oozes from every crevice of the earth.
Spring offers a smorgasbord for the senses...
it truly is miraculous!
It's been quite a busy week at the bird feeders.
Yesterday a Baltimore oriole visited our hummingbird feeders.
This happens every spring.
Sadly, I did not have my good camera on me at the time,
so Hubbs snapped a quick cell phone picture through the screen.
It will serve as proof of what we saw.
Baltimore orioles visit the farm every spring.
Photographing them has been difficult... they are quite shy and elusive.
I only wish I had a better picture to show you how brilliantly orange they are.
When I finished gardening yesterday,
I took a brief rest in the goat yard.
Laying on my stomach in the grass I watched as each of the goats...
curious as to what I was doing...
moved about to get a better look.
(Except for Jill, who continued sunning herself just feet away from me.
I had to chuckle, when Andy came out of his house wearing his
Rastafarian coat.
He's shedding his winter coat and it is hanging from him like dreadlocks.
So there you have it...
what started out to be the lack of a blog post
has somehow magically been transformed into
a blog post.
Comments
Mary
I agree . . .
One cannot completely express, capture the “burst” of spring . . .
The sights, sounds . . . the fragrance, warmth . . .
One has to just simply BE . . . to let it flow in . . . spring miracles . . .
For our ears, eyes, touch . . .
What a wonderful time it is . . .
Oriole flitting in and out are happening here too.
Orange magic!