Here’s the more established bloodroot that’s at the base of the big white oak tree next to the house.
Twice this weekend I stopped the car to get out and move this box turtle from the gravel driveway.
The bloodroot I planted last spring out behind the firepit has awakened with the warmer weather.
Pi Day? Ok, went to my go-to pie, sour cherry with the filling I canned last summer from cherries picked by my friend, Rose, at Levering Orchard in Galax, Virginia.
Catching the sun’s rays on Spring morning.
A piece of wood out on the back slope, looked like an animal skull when I first spotted it. My grandfather, Frank the Beachcomber, would have called that trade goods and given me $5 for it.
One of the early flowers that are poking up around the yard.
Every one of the 10 hens gave an egg today.
Tools
Saturday, March 6, 2021
I have many tools to note what I am noticing and mark what I observe. I have a main blog and a microblog and a 1999 blog, and I have typewriters and notebooks and pencils and pens, and I have a phone filled with apps and numbers to call family and friends. What I don’t have is the discipline to use them all, or even a good habit to use just one over and over.
Father-and-son weekend getaway. Here’s Oliver at Wrightsville Beach.
Spring’s first color.
I am going to watch every single video by the Marsh Family! Sweet COVID-19 relief. Read here and then find them on YouTube.
For 15 years Krankies in Winston-Salem has been our go-to stop for coffee on our trips to and from Cleveland. It’s 90 minutes from Chapel Hill so a good milestone. On this weeekend to rest and reflect, I am happy sitting here, thinking about my goals and looking forward.
The cold rain in Charlotte was too much so I retreated to Winston-Salem yesterday, walked the streets (still raining), slept in the cool Indigo Hotel. This morning I was delighted to walk the Long Branch Trail, a bit like the High Line in NYC. Now coffee at Krankie’s.
Weekend getaway to unwind and reset,read, write, last night drove to Charlotte. Woke early from a dream in which I referenced a dream from the other night (not sure I’ve ever noticed that before). Took a long walk through the cold rain to Enderly Coffee Co. no rush to get back.
Just finished watching The Dig about Basil Brown, Edith Pretty, and the Sutton Hoo excavation. Enjoyed the film very much, thank you.
I retrieved this brown egg and one of the pointy white eggs from the coop this morning. I bet the brown has a double yoke, which will be a delicious coincidence on the day Donald Trump has been impeached for the second time.
Lucky day: Went to YouTube to find a review of the Audient EVO 8 audio interface, found this one and right there in the middle is a great rendition of my favorite song, Solsbury Hill.
Cold morning in Chapel Hill but clear after yesterday‘s rain. I brewed coffee, filled the chickens’ water can, and walked out to the back corner of the land to sit on a rock and listen to birds. Very peaceful this morning, though the country is in turmoil.
Our family movie night was with the delightful Hunt for the Wilderpeople.