Last week a friend and I were discussing the “leaf out” and she explained to me some of the signs of spring in the area. Nearer to town the leaf out had begun and someone reported seeing a robin.
We live about 12 miles north of town, and appear to be about a week or more behind in the appearance of the stages of spring.
During this past weekend we spent quite a bit of time in the forest and around the ponds that are all around. As we drove by the Mill Pond I snapped a few blurry pictures of the swans…and just missed the “heart”.
The next day we wandered by foot to the Mill Pond, late in the afternoon. While Builder Man took the lovely ladies for a paddle boat ride, I took the delightful opportunity to bird watch.
A melodic quick red wing blackbird escaped my camera’s grasp.
And this morning, darting past several windows and lighting upon the railing just outside the window directly in front of me, a blue jay. Of course, he flitted away before I could get the camera ready.
Oh the sweet gifts of God.
Mae mentioned to me sometime ago that she would like to make a Garlic Chicken Pizza, with Spinach. Last night was the night, and WOW, look at this beauty and her perfect pizza!
It was hearty and delicious.
Usually when we drive to Ft St John for office supplies & grocery shopping, we take the route through Taylor. While the Taylor route is shorter timewise, the bridge crossing over the Peace River is, well, terrifying, to me. I much prefer the route via Husdon’s Hope, it is much more scenic, and the bridge crossing, beautiful.
There will be no pictures with this post. I took out the camera to document the swelling for comparison as the day passed, Chica weakly asked me “PLEASE don’t put this on your blog Marme.”
Due to the warm sun which has melted snow a little, and the freezing nights which has “re frozen” snow a little, our wonderful sledding run became a super slick run of danger yesterday and little Chica was pulled up the slope by her sister and a neighbor.
She’s okay. The immediate HUGE ostrich egg has been steadily receding, she has stayed coherent, read aloud Wee Gillis to us and regained her smile by dinner. She ate a good dinner, slept peacefully, despite the number of times her parents took turns gently checking on her through the night. She’s fine.
But I am not so sure about Mom and Dad, as we are reminded once again just how much we do have to entrust the protection of our dear kids to their FATHER, because no matter how much we try and want to, we can not see or avoid all the dangers on this road of parenthood.