The Mountain Thymes

  My wild daisies that grow along the side of the road and are seen popping up everywhere that isn't mowed or weed whacked to perfection.  They are creative and free spirits bending in a spring rain and waving to and fro with a breeze.  They are resilient as they straighten up after thunderstorms and each spring with their shallow roots grow in dry conditions along our dusty gravel roadside never disappointing me.  Our acreage is full of these wild beauties this year because I didn't keep up with the weed whacking so nature delighted me with her smiling daisies.  While I enjoy Mother Nature's gift my Tonka weed whacker remains quietly tucked away in the newly cleaned out shed.   I went to the gym this morning and walked the loop outside then did some gentle floor yoga with Mary Anne.  Worked in the garden pulling weeds, lots of weeds when I got home.  Tomorrow morning volunteers should be here around 8:30 to empty the truck bed and return the...

 Wednesday morning a group of volunteers showed up to lift heavy tool chests, chain saws, and other bulky things from the shed.  They were all tucked snugly in the bed of the Toyota where they still sit waiting for the guys to reappear and put them back in the shed.  The seniors took a break while the younger guys kept cleaning out the shed.                                               The amazing mule.................. All the containers with tomatoes and herbs were rolled to the side of the garage so this guy could get the mule in place.  He put skids under the left side of the shed and greased their surface.   Hopefully this week Jamie will be here to grade the driveway and fill in the sinkhole so the containers can be placed again....

 More photos after my previous blog today..........                          Sofia, Hayden, and Grant                                                                                       That's all folks!!

 I have so much I feel I want to accomplish here on the homestead.  I'm waking naturally around 5:30 and after stretching and wiggling, I can jump out of bed to face the day by opening the kitchen door and listening to the whippoorwills' song fill the still dark forest.  When the air is warm enough, I sit on the porch steps or my chair and let their concert serenade me before they detect the morning awaking and cease their chorus.  All thoughts of how much needs to be done here are gone............... Cliff asked me if I would sell our home and move to be closer to any of the children when he was gone.  My immediate answer was no.  This is where I find peace.  Little by little I'll get thing done.  The pollen is still very heavy so I can't pressure wash the porch yet.  What's left of the radio equipment is out in the garage and I'm waiting for an estimate on painting that room.  The garden is slow this year and the almanac says we're in ...

    The wren parents had changed their modus operandi these past couple of days so I knew they were preparing to get those hungry teens out of the house, give them flying lessons, and lessons on surviving the wilds.  While making my lunch, I noticed more commotion and nest movement.    It's been very windy for four days.  Enough to ruffle the bird feathers.  Parents spent time advising and coaching from the porch and constantly watching the surroundings.  I got to watch up close at the kitchen window.    At first three fluffy babies wiggle out of the nest and sat together in the box when one bravely sat on the box edge looking around.  A parent perched on the porch rail talking and coaching.  This one was the dare devil......jumped in the air and flapped landing on the rail. The other two followed its lead.  The last one looked weaker and timid.  I noticed that last one tried to get back inside the nest but couldn't b...