Spring

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Slept in and had the moon damn near go down without my witness. Dug part of the garden, mixing in some manure. The seedlings are coming up and giving me anxiety, because I hate caring for young plants. If I had my way I would just buy the plants I need. I feel sorry for the seeds that fall into my hands.

Once the moon was down the sun was shining on the western mountains. It would be so much easier if everything was opposite. Like today. The moon goes down and the sun comes up. Of course it doesn’t work that way most of the time.

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Once the moon was down a Cooper’s Hawk landed above. I think Willow and the bird were working in cohoots. Willow was ripping open rotten logs looking for mice. Almost all were skedaddling out, oblivious to Willow, but obvious to the hawk.

Damn saddened by the passing of John Prine. He sure has given me some good times. I used to play him all the time driving the backroads with a beer in my hand.

11 thoughts on “Spring

      1. underswansea

        Thanks Jim. I would have been able to get a better shot a little earlier. I literally ran out of the house with my boots undone.

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  1. mountaincoward

    A bit like when you’re gardening and blackbirds follow you around to see if you turn up some worms that about Willow and the hawk (excellent photo by the way). What a beautiful mountain in that first shot!

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    1. underswansea

      The seedlings are slowly catching on, so far I have remembered to water them. By the way, what has happened to the Frog Pond correspondent? Has she gone missing again? 🙂

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