Turning Points

I got my hair cut today, shoulder length, about six inches came off. It was a personal occasion, as the last of my natural brown hair fell to the floor. From here and my forever more, my hair is predominantly gray. I asked the stylist to save a lock of my brown hair for me to take home as a keepsake. She did just that, fastening it and placing it carefully in a plastic bag. I have mixed feelings about this turning point, sad that an era has passed, happy to see the new era.

Neither Attila nor I have been sleeping well since Sunday. It is a time of adjustment, to the change in light and all things atmospheric. Our winter weary bodies are struggling to awaken.

Mother Nature did it! On Sunday she turned the page on spring, from waiting-for the-cold-weather-to-end, to this-is-a-perfect-day. It was perfect, over 20C, a light breeze whispering through the grass, blue skies, and sunshine.

We spent Sunday checking the Camp. I am over the moon happy to write these words… no sign of mice in Grace the trailer. Oh my, happy, happy day. Not a dropping to be found anywhere, and the trap was empty. A week ago we were there, and the trap was empty then too. That means two whole weeks mouse-free. My heart flutters just thinking about it. I do hate mice, so very much.

On our visit to the Camp we brought the little generator with us, so that the furnace could be operated. A test run of the furnace was conducted, to find out if there were mouse “odors” in the duct work. All the windows were opened, and the ceiling vents, then the furnace fan was turned on and left on for about half an hour. There were no objectionable odors, thank goodness, and it turns out that pumping air through the trailer and out the open windows and ceiling vents freshened the interior air considerably. Something to keep in mind for next spring. So, the furnace is ready to operate when needed.

It is too cold at night just yet, to want to be at the Camp overnight. But within a few weeks sleeping there will be a viable option.

I had the camera with me, so here are some images from my walk to our little wetland.

Walking down towards our little wetland, Trout Lilies grew beside the way, blankets of them, nestled here and there in the woods.

Here and there delicate May Flowers bloomed, some snow white, others in varying shades of violet. They grew as single plants among the dead leaves, or sometimes they grew near each other, as if to keep each other company.

Approaching the wetland, growing in the stone of the driveway, the Coltsfoot bloomed.

Our little wetland is at its high water mark at this time of year. We estimate that at this time it is about waist level, at its deepest point. It was higher than this last week, covering part of the driveway. Ducks, otters, and frogs frequent this wetland. it is seasonal though, and we have seen it completely dry.

Here is one of our little peepers, a frog who lives in the wetland.

Worldly

Weather

12°C
Date: 2:00 PM EDT Tuesday 7 May 2019
Condition: Mostly Cloudy
Pressure: 102.1 kPa
Tendency: Rising
Temperature: 11.9°C
Dew point: 10.9°C
Humidity: 93%
Wind: S 23 km/h
Visibility: 24 km

Quote

“I used to think that the brain was the most wonderful organ in my body. Then I realized who was telling me this.”
Emo Phillips