Friday, March 30, 2012

Which Way Did He Go?

Have you seen him?

My neighbor saw him this morning from her kitchen window as he wandered through the meadow beside our house. From her vantage point she sees bear pretty regular. At least one a year... I'm envious. In 32 years I've seen only three, not very regular.

Did you know there are estimated to be 4,600 to 6000 black bear living in Vermont? And with most of them residing in the center spine of the Green Mountains (right where we live), you'd think we'd see them often. Being naturally shy, bears have no desire to mingle with us humans. Unless, it's early spring and they have waken from their dens ravenous after a long winter nap. That makes all the protein rich black oil sunflower seeds spilling from the feeders scattered throughout the valley so worth the risk of encountering the likes of us. However, it's time to the take the feeders down and remove the temptation. No matter how much I'd like to see him, he is safer in the woods high up in the hills where he belongs.

"In a world older and more complete than ours, animals move finished and complete, gifted with extensions of the senses we have lost or never attained, living by voices we shall never hear. They are not underlings; they are other nations, caught with ourselves in the net of life and time, fellow prisoners of the splendor and travail of the earth."

Henry Beston in Outermost House

Friday, March 23, 2012

A Wood Frog's Party

To a Salamander's banquet.

Ice-out on our pond Tuesday, March 20 and Wednesday night the Peeper chorus begins. Come Thursday the masked robber frogs are partying it up. It's a happy pond.

Thursday, March 15, 2012

And That's That

Winter has hightailed it out of town.

This little Wooly Bear must of known something after all. With temps in the 60's and 70's, and sunshine to boot, don't be surprised if the spring peepers sing happy this weekend. I love warm air and sunshine, but this could wreak havoc on the maple sugaring season. When trees bud the sap stops running.

Might be time to think about gardening (seeds ordered), peddling (bikes in for their tune up), paddling (canoe ready and waiting)... painting the house (now where did my best friend go?).

It's a lunch at the picnic table kind of day. And just for grins, I'm tossing a handful of spinach seeds into the garden.

Monday, March 12, 2012

Enough is Enough

Chick-Fil-A, he's not gonna take it any more!

Vermonters like life uncomplicated, we don't ask for a lot. Many are happy with just enough: adequate shelter, good food, clean water, friends to laugh with and a safe environment to raise our families. Support often comes from creative ventures we generate out of our homes, the back yard or the workshop a top the garage.

Are you are aware of the dilemma Bo Muller-Moore of Eat More Kale is up against with big bully Chick-Fil-A (no link for nasty meanies)? They are demanding he "forever cease and desist" in the operations of his hand screen-printed "Eat More Kale" t-shirts (he creates in the workshop a top the garage). Claiming they own the words "eat more" and he is infringing on their trademark slogan, they are serious about taking him down... for good. Bo doesn't like bullies and neither do I.

Bo (eat more kale guy) and James Lantz (Burlington, VT film maker/playwright) are producing a documentary of his plight. Bo's not going down without a good fight and a big smile. I'll let them tell you more about it (click on the green triangle).

Today I am compelled to put my foot down for the little guy.

And don't forget, "Eat More Kale".

Friday, March 9, 2012

We Are Eggless

But not for long, my best friend is on route to remedy this pronto. It's not nice to open the egg carton and find it vacant (huh?), empty (you've got to be kidding), no peeps home... as in egg free. Who puts an empty egg carton back in the fridge?
And not just any ol' eggs will do. Give me Kenyon's, Hadley's, Mountain Man's, Bobbie's, Gwen's, Neil's, Simplicity Farm's before I succumb to the ordinary market egg. An egg is not an egg, not when you can get your hands on these lovelies.

Now, where was I... time for some over easies.

It's going to be a good day.

Have a fun, sunny weekend... and eat good eggs (you deserve it)!

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Peeking Over Roxbury Gap

At the Full Worm Moon.

Or the Full Crust Moon, the Full Sap Moon, the Full Crow Moon, the Full Lenten moon, or the Moon When Eyes Are Sore From Bright Sun. From one tribe or another, all agree it's the last full moon of winter.

I like this moon.

Thursday, March 1, 2012

Can You Call It A Snow Day

If school is on winter break?

Nah... probably not. Although, if you're hanging with Popi for the day and it's dumping buckets of the white stuff, it's likely he has a most wonderful ski adventure up his sleeve.

Promises of maple glazed donuts... impossible to resist.

Wait up, will ya!

Treacherous, Mad River crossings. (Think light, happy thoughts)

Arduous climbs over rock and ice.

Grabbing licks along the way.

Feeling proud to come so far.

Sticky maple promises kept.

Dang right... it's a snow day. 

Just saying.