Middle of May

 We had a couple of summer like days last week so I took advantage of it and went to work on the garden.  The large bed in front was in an awful state, grass and weeds had almost taken over.  Some of the poor plants had to be dug up and thrown away because they were so full of grass and being smothered that there was no way to get it out.  I also had to get rid of some branches on the black currant tree that had seen their day and were dead.  It was beyond feeling good to get outside at stuff again.  It has now been wet for days with the chance of a brief glimpse of the sun sometime today.  Very cold too.  We had frost overnight, 

Tommy has taken over Frankie's basket  Frankie is not happy about this situation,

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Spring is on the Way

 I've been able to do some work in the garden this past few days.  Although I have aches and pains by the end of the day, it's a great feeling to finally get outside.  Today it's -4 c so I'll not likely get much done today.  I have two large sheds that are packed with all sorts of stuff.  One of the projects once the weather warms up is to go through them both and start getting rid of things I don't need.  I'm a bit of a  pack rat I'm afraid.

We've had a brush of snow overnight which disappeared as the day wore on with much the same prediction for the next few day.   Well it is April and we can't expect much different.  

The work on the small bedroom is finished and it looks wonderful.  Now I have to get one end of the deck replaced as the wood has rotted.  I also need to get a few heavy tree branches cut and two shepherds hooks that a bear hauled bird feeders off last year and bent the hooks to the ground.  I'm hoping these can be straightened out. 

A gift made by my daughter.  A deer head made of bits of driftwood she finds on the beaches and bits of mosses she finds in the woods.  

It's been a while.

 The other day I was telling a friend that I use to blog at one time and this got me to go back and have a look at Wytchwood Ramblings.  This inspired me to start again although my life seems so uneventful that it's hard to know what to write at times.

This past few days, as my Grandmother would say, I'm in slings.  I'm getting the smaller of my two bedrooms renovated so this means that everything had to be taken out of that room, and believe me it was an awful lot of stuff.  My house is small so now there is just room enough to get through it.  I'm so looking forward to it being finished.

As I'm an older woman living alone, I find the winters here hard on me.  The shoveling and hauling wood in every day in particular takes it's toll.  My joy are the crows.  I have twenty to thirty plus coming each day at daybreak for their breakfast. When they see me come out the door with their food, the place goes up.  Oh how I love it. 

I had an amazing visitor in the garden last week.  A Northern Goshawk.  A big, fierce bird.  A magnificent creature.  I was able to get this photo.

There's still patches of snow on the ground and not much above zero each day.  I'm longing to get out at the garden again.  Soon hopefully.