with thanks

I reckon a million...

          💙When I think of our woods in Winter, Wisconsin...

          the evergreens & birch are what come to mind.

          I suppose that if I attempted to count all the trees 🌲 🌲 we 

          are caretakers of....it might just be a number beyond my grasp.  

          For now, counting clouds in a blue sky is work enough. 💙

my potting shed

There is this awesome chicken coop on our property...and since I
am too chicken to raise chickens (not up for the prey that follows),
it has become my potting shed.  This Sunday was my day to get it
cleaned & organized.

In the process we untarped this beauty that has waited too 

long in our barn.  This is an antique Mail Sorter from a 

post office in Wisconsin Dells.  It is big...a good 4 feet across 

and 6 feet tall -- and is one piece AND heavy!  Somehow 

Dave & I got it from the barn to the potting shed and then in

the door (with maybe an inch to spare).  And I now wonder 

why it took so long!

The potting shed has the luxury of size....holding another 

awesome potting bench, two additional tables and a whicker

couch & chair.  And, this is a hard working area of the farm...

I am actually sitting there typing right now from the whicker couch,

having just potted about 10 containers.  

Here is my sweet potting shed...with sunflowers coming up near 

the blue chair.  And, the door faces the pasture, so goats call to me 

while I work and barn cats often pop in for a nap. 💚

looking up

I am a worker bee, naturally known for looking about for that

next task that needs doing.  I rarely just look about to take things in.

My Daisy has taught me in her sweet kitty way to look up.  She

often finds just that spot to carefully perch or nap.  Often up high.

I try to remember this kitty lesson, and take more moments to

look up.  To amaze at the clouds, to check the tree tops, to watch

for our local eagles.  Daisy Grace fills her sweet kitten days by

looking for possibility.  I like that. 🐱

little souls...be kind

On Friday, while traveling a back road home from work, I came

upon a snapping turtle that had been flipped over on its shell.  I was 

startled to see it, as spring has erupted in Wisconsin without any 

gradual getting used to.  I would not be able to live with myself if I 

didn't turn around to see if I could help.  I grabbed a sturdy stick and

took a closer look...no movement, appeared it had been grazed by a car.

I gently touched the 🐢with the stick....again no movement.  Then

slowly I saw it move the front legs.  I took the stick, lifted it back over & 

set it in the direction of the nearby field.  It moved forward then stopped 

to just gaze at me.  And, I cried.