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This morning was chilly here, so I decided to bake a banana zucchini bread.

And like so many other households with pets–when there’s food about, there will usually be an audience at serving time–at least in our house it’s this way.

I felt these eyes on me….

The watcher

He’s usually the most behaved of the boys— seldom drooling or heavy panting, though heavy panting can be a good thing sometimes– he just waits patiently…

The sweet beggar

— for just a morsel to drop and because it’s him, he knows that’s just gonna happen! 🙂

And then simply as that, once he’s had his crumb fix, his taste buds satiated–he disappears and heads for a nice  snuggle on his bed for a contented snooze.

Have a great weekend all!

Deacon Snoozin'

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Crazy Eddie

I’m housesitting for friends this weekend and caring for their crazy cat Eddie.. who’s rather camera shy, but a cutipie!

Crazy Eddie

It was a gorgeous Saturday here, warm and sunny!  So after we raked up the yard and cleaned out  all the birdhouses, I headed for my favorite bench with a good book.  Just too nice a day to spend indoors.

Resting spot

We’re heading up to my girlfriends farm today–the goats are kidding!  Three sets of triplets already arrived and two more scheduled to birth today. Isn’t spring grand!

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Every gardener has that day when he wonders if it “is all worth it?”. Perhaps it’s the aching muscles following a day of preparing the soil,turning compost and spreading manure that initiates this thought. Or a conversation with a friend who in an off hand comment stated that the time you spent in the garden could be better spent making some money at a part time job, somewhere.

Then there’s always the pragmatist, like one of my sisters, who wants nothing to do with the outdoors or gardening except when it comes time to  swing a golf club,  who adds up all the hours of labor involved in seeding, planting, cultivating, nurturing and finally harvesting a crop, converts those hours into dollars and then tells you how much cheaper it is to simply buy at the market. Perhaps it’s the late frost that caught you unaware or the dang beetles that ate your prize lilies that makes you throw up your hands to the heavens and wonder “is this all worth it?”.

My Potting Shed

It happened to me just a couple of weeks ago. While staring out upon the garden, the raised beds merely shapes under a foot  of snow, I was taken by a wave of melancholy so sudden, I couldn’t imagine where it was coming from. Before long I was wondering if the path I chose was worth it? What caused me to feel like this? Did I regret losing time for creating? Absolutely Not. Was I keeping a garden to save money on groceries? Possibly, with todays rising prices, but No. I don’t think so. Was I discouraged over losing a crop? No. If I didn’t have failures,well  sure, how else would I learn?

Perennial border

You’re getting older, I told myself. You’re not as strong as you used to be. The muscles ache more and more every year. It’s only going to get worse in years to come. I couldn’t even fathom managing the herb farm I had for the previous 22 years. And yet I miss the greenhouse and that wonderful humusy smell of rich earth every time I enter, and to watch that miracle of growth of a seedling bed or simply to brush up against the lemon verbena  leaves that would so readily perfume the greenhouse with a mere touch.

And then I thought about my Dad’s garden. He talked about reducing the size of his garden for years, but it didn’t happen. He’d say that he “won’t keep much of a garden this year”, but I knew it would be just as large and bigger than ever. He’d curse the spring mud ’cause he couldn’t plant yet, and he’d brush the snow off the escarole before he cut it just as he did for decades.

Then I realized that I, like my father, would never weary of keeping a garden. It simply isn’t in my bones or nature.  I’ve told my dear hubby for years now, that  the day I stop gardening, he may as well plant me.

There’s that bonding of the human spirit with the spirit of the earth that takes place when keeping a garden that no amount of bodily discomfort can diminish. Though I hate to admit it, it is, in fact, the labor itself that satisfies. The kind of labor that at the end of the day you can look upon, and see what you accomplished and feel like a good mother to the earth.

Is it all worth it? You bet. In fact, for me, it’s essential. I couldn’t imagine a windowsill without a tray of spring seedlings popping up in my house. This whole while, it was just miserable February making me feel funky. I’m really not too fond of late February, unless I’m off basking in the islands somewhere. Oh, don’t get me wrong, you’ll no doubt hear me bellyaching this season over weather conditions, critter attacks, aching muscles.. but by far you’ll hear and see the benefits I will reap from my garden..and for me, this outweighs any pitfalls that may come along my path.  Now where are my mudmocks? Happy Spring gardening!

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Before I headed out for my walk along the Marginal Way this morn, I stopped off in the cove to take some shots.  I just love the cove this time of year.. few or no tourists.. just a working harbor, calm water today and busy lobstermen filling up on bait and securing traps readying to catch the next tide out.  I have a thing for dories, dinghies and skiffs and seldom pass the chance to take a few shots.

Perkins Cove

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It’s an absolutely gorgeous morning!

Finally it’s March. I’m saying this with fingers crossed because all of us New
Englanders know so well, we can “march” our way right into Spring or take an about face into Winter for another storm or two… ( or more.. ! )

The turbulent seas are settling down after this past weekends’ storm, uprooted trees are still being cleared away and most of our power restored. I found this trap washed ashore this morning on my walk.

Washed Ashore

And one happy gull soared lazily over Goat Island knowing his  family will eat well tonite with all that this storm has churned up.

Goat Island Morning

So I am going to cross my fingers and wish this fellow goodbye until next year. All I can think about right now is the witch in the Wizard of Oz screaming.. I’m melting..I’m melting! 🙂  Bring on Spring!

Last Snowy man of this winter

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