Wednesday, February 17, 2016


This girl.

She is such a delight…I really can’t get enough of her.

Nor can her grandpa…so I have to share even in the confines of my own home.

But that is probably a good thing, because, holding her, I am taken back to the happiest days and most precious memories of my life. I cried a lot when our babies were newborn because the joy and love and beauty of it overwhelmed me, just as much as the responsibility.

When Emma is in my arms, I want to do it all over again. I am tempted to swoop in and take over, not to help, but to selfishly relive the most wonderful time of my life.

But that’s not fair. These days belong to her parents – my children by blood and by law – and I steal the blessing from them when I am too possessive, too full of advice, too eager to live their life. I do not want to take anything away from them in this most blessed time of life.

So I restrain myself, and it is not easy. Sometimes I am sparing with my attention because I just can’t trust myself to be satisfied with a little visit, with being the grandma and not the mom. But I am learning to be sated, as well as a grandma can, with the little bits. My old body helps me with this too, reminding me that 30 years ago I was much different than I am now.

 I wonder at my obtuseness back then. Certainly, there was joy – but I also took so much for granted. We had children; we had responsibilities that were difficult; we had expectations of our child, our spouse, our life. We were consumed with the task of doing it “right”.

And I missed a lot of the wonder.

I guess that is blessing of being a grandparent. God, in his gracious way, gives us another opportunity to enjoy the wonder, after we have acquired some wisdom, and a better perspective, and our main responsibility is to encourage.  

How I thank God for the opportunity!

And this precious one…

Tuesday, February 16, 2016

Fading winter...

It rained a lot yesterday.

And I quite enjoyed it. It made it easy to sit and read, and then do some of the computer work that was waiting. Cup of coffee, watching pouring rain out the window, planning a hot and hearty dinner…I loved it.

 Cold rain in winter is as it ought to be. And being cooler, it staves off spring just a little longer…which is fine with me.

However, I did find this.

And this.

The weaker plants in the field always push out earlier than the more vigorous ones. Wonder why…I’m sure The Farmer has a theory.

Nonetheless, there is green to be found out there. The forecast, as far as can be seen, holds no threat of freezing weather or late winter arctic storms, so the baby leaves will probably be fine, and the growing season will begin.

And must make peace that the reverie of winter will soon be over.

Monday, February 1, 2016

Seasonal Visitors...

For days and days, I have been taking pictures of the trumpeter swans and Canadian geese that have been gathering in the field just east of ours.

And failing to get a shot that really shows how many there are...

For years, that field has been in berries, but last year a crop of potatoes was grown there. The cover crop growing after harvest was complete has left a very large open area, with a few big puddles of water here and there.

Since early January, the big white swans have been gathering there. First, there were only 6-8, and they gave me quite a start when I walked around the back corner and almost right up to them.

They are big! When they are looking around, I don't doubt that the top of their heads are at the top of my shoulder; and their bodies are not small. Think 25 lb turkey spread out over a larger frame.

Daisie and treated them respectfully. I feared that she would consider them as she does most birds: intruders that must be chased away. However, she seemed quite impressed with their size and decided the better part of valor was to act like they weren't there.

One day, they were but ghostly shadows in the ground fog, gliding about mysteriously. It was a lovely sight, but not one that translated well in the camera.

Each week, their number grew until we estimated on our walk last Saturday that there were HUNDREDS out there. And quite a meeting they were having! They make a pretty pleasant sound, fortunately, and many of them were talking. We saw groups of 8-10 come flying in from every direction, circling the field and gracefully landing.

More and more Canadian geese had joined the swans, They would start circling high above, much higher than the swans. We had to watch for several minutes as the geese kept spiraling lower and lower, landing in the middle of the tribes of swans. Swans congregating with swans, and in the middle, gaggles of geese gathering with their kind.

On Sunday, we walked out to find a couple of hunters parked in their portable blinds on the edge of the field. We saw no swans, and the geese on the ground turned out to be a large gaggle of decoys. Only a few geese were in the air, circling, circling and then wheeling away. They knew what was up. Ha,ha... We weren't much help to hunters' cause, walking around their blind, but I can't say I felt bad about it.

Today, the swans and geese numbers are lower, and I think it has as much to do with the calendar as those hunters. I will miss their honking, and muted trumpeting, and watching the masses of them move around the field.

And I still didn't get a great picture to share. But that doesn't mean I won't share a bunch of bad ones with you! Hope you get a little idea of the beauty of these seasonal visitors.

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