Monday, March 23, 2015

- A window on my world: Walking the land

I begin most days here, sitting by the front window, my cup of thread ends and trusty Fiskars close at hand ...


However, with the tipping point of spring having been reached, I now find myself drawn outside earlier in the day, no longer needing to wait until afternoon for the sun to warm things up.Yesterday, I walked the land to take some pictures, like this agave for Mo who loves how the leaves imprint on one another ...


Right across from the agave, our crazy wind vane is a favorite perch for the Carolina wrens, so I left them some thread ends for their nests ...


Close by, Don's latest rusted bucket awaited a new tenant ...


while just beyond, the lichen-crusted driftwood anticipated the new crop of mealy blue sage growing up behind it ...


Everywhere I walked I smelled the soft honeyed scent of agarita ...



my eyes catching every so often on bright red Yaupon berries still left after a winter of critter foraging ...


I walked the new wood mulch trails ...



leading out to the flood plain ...


where wildflowers were already  rising up to greet the sun ...


and the bluebonnets showed the promise of more to come ...


Surveying the compost rows ...


I thought to look up ...


then heard the clarion call of sandhill cranes wheeling overhead in a thermal before reforming their northward-bound V ...


Lichen was growing ...


on rocks harvested from the floodplain and carefully placed in the succulent garden ...


although most of our flowers get planted by Mother Nature, like this stand of thimble flowers ...


The grasses were greening up so quickly I could almost see them grow ...



some racing ahead of the pack, already setting seed ...


And when I came at last to the breezeway, where Don was preparing the outdoor shower for the next three seasons ...


I startled one of our anoles into a brown funk ...


But after reconsidering me as friend rather than foe, he reverted to a relaxed green ...


and pulled up a chair ...


the better to enjoy the breezeway ...


2 comments:

grace Forrest~Maestas said...

you could take me with you like this Every Single Morning and again, Every Single Evening
Every Single DAY....and i would be happy as a clam. I loved this, the walking along, looking as
we go. All of it. Just All of it. And i was searching for the comment you made on the blog about
why you don't vegetable garden, am still searching and haven't found it yet, but oh so much
YES. There ARE farmer's markets! and there is ONLY this one and only Place and so much
to partner with here. This is just so very Fine. I've made a note of the post so when Marti
gets back from San Fran i can direct her to it immediately...she'll love it...is a morning walker
over whatever terrain she finds herself in.
THANK YOU, Liz. Thank you so so much for this

Liz Ackert said...

You are so welcome Grace ... so welcome here. And the post you seek is Company (is coming) on March 14.
Funny, after writing that comment I contacted an organic farm in Wimberley to get a weekly basket ... because the last time we were in a CSA we got veggies I didn't usually buy ... discovering and enjoying new flavors and textures.
And the sandhill cranes came by again ... another flock. They too hung out in the thermals over our property ... checking out the view, no doubt.