It's a Birthday

 TheQueen loves her some birthdays. When it's her turn she celebrates all month. When he was growing up, she'd tell LD "The Story of William" on his birthday. She likes to send birthday cards, find funny messages and cry out "Happy Birthday". Second to her own birthday, her favorite is 3/31 which is ThePrince's birthday. (Prince Consort, that is) Here is ThePrince I fell in love with - lo these 40+ years ago.


Here he is in the yurt days with wee tiny PerfectAngelBabyDarlingOnlySon.


It's true - we really did live in a Yurt. That little dog is named Holly. We got her when we were living in Pop's old WWII pup tent, that he'd landed on Normandy Beach with. Uncle Ed brought Holly to us because he thought every family who lived in the country (even if only in a tent) needed a dog. That hot summer evening we sat on the hood of the old Mustang, trying to decide what to name her when both of us blurted out "Holly".

One of the many reasons I'm so crazy about the birthday boy is because he builds paths through the woods - and clears them when Mother Nature leaves tragic litter about.






And he can be counted on to bring home the Christmas Tree!

When any opportunity arises - here is where you will find him - on some boat or another.

Of course - frequently TheQueen takes him on progress with her - New York, Grand Canyon.  

But east or west, home is best - and has been for a long long time.

Happy Birthday Darling

Freaky Friday

Friday, Mar 30th, 2012 -- Our emotions run so strong and deep today that we hesitate to share them, even with loved ones. The sensitive Cancer Moon encourages us to hide any vulnerability behind our hard crab-like shells. We're well protected, but we're still probably worried about what we should do if we become overwhelmed by changing circumstances. Meanwhile, the Moon harshly aspects the Sun, erratic Uranus and intense Pluto, prompting us to doubt our own feelings. 

Yeah. That's pretty much where I am today. This same astrologer offers this Virgo-specific advice for dealing with a world pretty much overwhelmed by changing circumstances: Thankfully, you can lighten the energy by moving beyond logic. Analysis could become a trap; shift from language into imaginative symbols to find a solution to your current dilemma

What I do

Hope

Little acorn/mighty oak

Sucked into the vortex 

What I promote

Worry wort

Worryless Wort

Free at last

Starlight steerer

The Life Force

Many of you will remember Hurricane Irene - not just as a weather channel news item but because you felt the brunt of it's fury. We're only just now clearing off the last of the downed trees and I believe my guys will be clearing yet another path today. Our eyes have gotten used to paths walled in by sawn off limbs. Our hearts are fairly numb to the piercing we get from our sylvan losses, most of the time, till we take a walk in the forest and come upon one of the great holes in the canopy and have to deal with it again. 

There are a few places where huge holes gape upwards like giant mouths. In this photo all the white used to be tree limbs, sheltering the soft leaf strewn floor, giving off a woodsy scent and furnishing countless homes for numberless squirrels. 

On Sunday BD and I took our regular stroll around the property and we came upon a sight I never see this close - red oak blossoms and tiny yellow oak leaves unfurling. Usually when an oak tree is this fully blooming it's also 50 feet high. This behemoth, though down, is definitely not out yet. Along it's entire length are supple limbs and twigs and sprigs, gushing with life bringing sap. And sure as I'm writing this, there will be one limb that out-thrives the rest - that insists upon living - that will thicken and lengthen and one day will form a strange crooked tree trunk. Because the life force swings back against the inevitable pull of death. It's just that way. In the words of Frost:

Nature's first green is gold,

Her hardest hue to hold.

Her early leafs a flower;

But only so an hour

then leaf subsides to leaf.

So Eden sank to grief,

So dawn goes down to day.

Nothing gold can stay. 

The Joy Of Napping

Actaea 

Whew. Double Whew. It has been like that around here - not so much in TheCastle, but within TheRealm. I am going to blame it on the Grand Trine or the sun moving into Ares or the conjunction of Venus and Jupiter - but it doesn't matter what's the cause. I still have to plow through it all. And for some reason, I feel like I have a lot of help surrounding  me. Well. Not for "some" reason. I asked for help - from my spiritual helpers, from God, from friends, from family. So even though this is a very delicate and yet full and fat time, there's some real fun involved as well as a strengthening sense of satisfaction whenever I make a wise step forward.

It isn't just me, either, since Other Loved Ones are going through similar experiences. It's just ... WHEW. In fact, I'm so full of whew that today, at last, a full weekend at home in TheCastle, I plan to take a nap.

I've always been one for a nap. When I was little, nobody had to make me lie down. No Jack-in-the-box toddler here. As part of the bulge in the wave of baby boomers, I only went to school half days till I was in 3rd grade. There just weren't enough classrooms and teachers for us all. As old as 7 I'd come home at lunch time and crash for an afternoon nap. I still think of sleep as a recreational activity - perhaps because it allows me to step into the alternative world of dreams. Whatever the reason, I love me a good nap.

Euphorbia pestilentia

I don't always get a weekend nap and I don't even always need one. This week, though, has been packed with difficult tasks and new routines; some actually scary.  There has been news on the parental front as well - and sister and I are starting the hunt for a skilled nursing home for mama next week. Mama's not ill - she's just too old to live in assisted living any more. Too inert, too frail, too helpless.  crumbs. I didn't get to sleep on Thursday night till it was Friday and I was up early for an important meeting only a few hours later. Yup. I'm exhausted. I need a nap.

Finding time to take a good nap is something else again. But today? Sweet happy today? I have Saturday and Sunday at home - there's only some housework to do - my guys cut and raked the lawn for me yesterday - and later on it's supposed to rain. So when all the work is done, I'm going to soak in a warm bath, pull the sheets back and snuggle down for a sweet nourishing replenishing nap. Ahhhh.

Before I go, though, I wanted to share some springtime images from around the yard - just because.

SPRINGTIME SUNSET

When not napping - why not sit here?

Official First Day of Spring

 It rolled in wrapped in fog. Not a heavy blanket, but a cloudy shawl of misty air accented by the tracery of barely leafed out treetops. The temperature is warm enough but a walk outside will quickly dampen your clothes and leave your skin chilly. Dogs come in with cool moist fur. The spring songbirds don't like this wet weather so the yard is silent, minus their territorial singing and amorous flirtations. It is a quiet still morning that encourages you to roll over and sleep just a few more minutes.

I have an artist cousin who is drawn to these misty landscapes  and watery scenes. I imagine him traipsing through the early mornings with his camera, capturing inspiration with a click.

Today the weather dot com guys are hinting at actual rain - which will be particularly welcome for those beginning to feel effects of pollen. Love truly is in the air right now - plant love. When the sun is out you can hear bees and other hummers zooming about like so many miniature aircraft. Now, though, the mist that hides the low angle of the sun whispers hush hush. Go back to bed.

I wish I could. I hope you can. But if you can't - then take this grey soft wet peace with you throughout the day. Pull it around your shoulders and just see how many barbs and zings it can deflect. Softly softly glide through this first day of spring.  

A Week of Springtime

 For the past week we've had nothing but beautiful springlike weather. Days between 70 and 85, nights merely a crisp 45-50.  Most of the days have contained clear blue skies though there have been some clouds. No rain, though, except for the thunder storm that passed south of us on Thursday. This weather has brought out the first of the springtime blossoms - both the cultivated types and the wee wild things. 
The past week also contained a lot of Big Stuff in the Life-0-th'Queen. There was a Weekend with a Writer event on Tuesday. These have gotten easier as the Friends have learned more about whom to ask and what sorts of help is out there when they put on library functions. The most fun of this party was having my sister come and stay the night. We're planning a joint family vacation - our first ever - and we had lots to talk about. Besides, it was fun to get together when there was No Family Crisis to deal with.

Not Pete but from those early days

There was also a funeral last week. We bid goodbye to an old old friend - someone who had been out of our lives for a very long time - though never out of our hearts. Pete was the first person I met down here who wasn't close kin. It was Pete who introduced us to the younger set, since in those days nearly all BD's family was 60+. He also got us a fabulous deal on exterior plywood - at builder's price. He worked as a contractor. He helped us put up the yurt, dined with us around a campfire, invited us to swim in front of his home, and once he saved my Precious Angel Baby Darling Only Son's life. Pete will live in my heart FOREVER.

We had dinner with beloved friends on Saturday - and managed to sidestep the basketball game between VCU and whoever else was playing. (not  a sports fan here) but we did get captured by the police sobriety checks (2 of them!!!!) set up on 360 coming out of Richmond in honor of both St. Patrick's Day and March Madness. The first guy asked me if I'd had anything to drink that evening, to which I answered truthfully, yes, a few hours ago. The second one just told me to remember to get my drivers license renewed in September.

And now it's Monday. MondayMondayMondayMondayMonday.

Yes there is knitting but I am at a tricky place so .... no photos. But soon. I promise.

Out and About in the Early Spring

My dear BH always says that in Virginia the first day of spring is really March 1 and while I am a little pickier about the angle of the sun, this year the temperatures are on his side. So many warm days, so few cold ones, have pushed the trees into overdrive. Not only were the daffodils blooming in February, the forest line turning rosy, but look at this poplar tree caught turning green on Sunday March the 10! 

This is my harbinger tree - the one I always gauge when 'real' spring has arrived. When it leafs out, it's officially springtime. 

There's still plenty of spring to come, of course. There are even oak and beech trees that have to shed their leaves to make room for the new ones. But green is pushing it's fingers along the edges of the roads, the misty tops of the garden. 

Saturday, we all went strolling around the farm, assessing things, admiring the work of Mark the logger, who dragged the hurricane downed trees out of the fields, preparatory to hauling them away. I'll be glad to see them go - the hole they leave in the woods is bad enough, but looking at their skeletal waste as they rot away against the edge of the woods is just awful. We already cut 5 cords of firewood out of them - glad to see these go.  

Of course, not before everyone gets the chance to climb all over them. 

Sunday I took the dogs on a late afternoon stroll and was surprised to see so many peach trees blooming! These are little spreaders, not trees I've planted. I guess the squirrels take them off and plant them, because I have dozens of these all around the house. They produce little tiny peaches, usually not very sweet - just the thing for hungry critters. And masses of beautiful pink blossoms.

And now, with with Mercury retrograde this northern spring 2012, from March 12 to April 5, let us all ask the spirits to look after our cars, our computers, our pens and our mouths, and anything else that could move us from one place to another. Happy Monday.