Waiting for spring, our hibiscus plants lean against the window and practice blooming. The bougainvillea is doing the best it can to show some color now and then. Even the dormant orchids in the window are beginning to anticipate the return of more reliable sun.
In the yards around Goose Lake, geese are pairing off and wandering alone like shy teens on first dates. The crows own the patio. Might as well play there. No one else is using it yet.
The last two days we’ve enjoyed highs in the 60s so a lot of people have been out working in their yards. For Christmas our friend Elaine Fry gave us fifty tulip and twenty-five daffodil bulbs so yesterday we decided to get them planted.
Turns out to be harder than I’d expected. I took on the planter box in front of the house and worked for an hour and a half digging holes eight inches deep six inches apart and planting one bulb, pointy end up, in each hole. When I finished, I looked at the enormous number of bulbs left in the sacks and figured it will take until spring to finish this job.
Meanwhile Sandy had been working around the corner. This was hard work and I felt a little sorry for her.
“How are you doing?” I called out, so stiff I could hardly climb down from the planter. “I’ve planted six. How about you?”
“Eight,” said my M.O.W.
I decided to let the poor thing rest and take it up again today.
Got everything put away and finished the leftovers? Right. Same here. But it was all worth it and now I’ve packed up the last ho-ho-ho until next year.
If you have followed my blog very long you know I live on a lake that I’ve dubbed Goose Lake and never tire of looking out the window at the constant mix of wildlife that comes and goes in easy view.
Two weeks ago a trumpeter swan paused for a few hours before moving on with its migration. Three days ago about seventy Canadian geese took over our front yard as well as the neighbors’ yards.
This morning I watched a young adult squirrel scratching for food in a flower planter outside the hallway windows.
This is one of four youngsters, no doubt siblings, who have been entertaining us as they dash up and down tree trunks, leap from limb to limb, pause and plunge through space from one tree to the next, and cavort all over the yard showing off their speed and cleverness, much as I did when I was a young squirrel.
During the Christmas rush, I’m sure I’ve missed opportunities to watch other happenings around Goose Lake. Now I hope to start doing better.