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Apr. 20th, 2003 09:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
niankhsekhmetThis morning, with the sky overcast, Tina, Peaches, Buddy and I drove in to Tapkens Convenience Store for our usual weekend-morning run for breakfast pizza. Beni stayed behind at the house, completely engrossed in playing a game of "War of the Monsters".
The four of us drove along the wet gravel roads that wind alongside the Buffalo Creek. As we drove along, keeping pace with us was a Great Blue Heron. We may have been going beteween 30 and 35 along the road. His wings shone cornflower blue and gray on their underside, his wings and feet a bright orangeish yellow. This bird serves as a reminder of the Benu bird in Kemetic mythology. With the newly budded trees and lilac bushes and grass in the woodlands surrounding us, it was a powerful reminder that spring had arisen again - that in spite of the cold fingers of near-death that winter brings to the wilderness around us, it is all reborn again. That, I think serves as a more tangible reminder to me than anthing else on Easter morning, that the Earth will endure, and of the surety of the reserecting green of Spring. Like Wasir reborn - and yet so much more.
I am, as you can tell from my writings, very much enamored of the place where I live. There are lots of reasons for this. When my ex-husband, Beni's father and I bought this place, we sold a house in Cedar Rapids to buy it. We literally sold it out from underneath ourselves. The financing was not final on this house and property. It was a tooth and nail battle, mortgage companies being the strange animals that they are - thought that a log house was "trendy" or that there was "too much property". In the end we won out, and it made every tear, every screaming fit worth it. Over the years hanging on to this piece of heaven has had its trials. It is Userbenu's legacy, not just a real-estate asset.
Its "just" a 15 acre farm in Iowa afterall, situated on a high hill in the east along twisting and winding hills that overlook a canyon that has a small creek, The Little Indian, running through it, that dumps into the Buffalo Creek that empties just some four or five miles in to the Wapsipinicon, which eventually flows to the Mississippi and then to the sea.
In the coming weeks I will be doing a bit of travelling, but I will also, hopefully be laying the foundations for the herb gardens and the garden area just off the back deck where the water garden is. If the weather were warmer, I would forgo doing laundry and clean everything up, getting it ready for spring. I am not sure if I want to try to do fish this year. I will have to get a better pump and filter if I want to try that. Plants are a little easier, and then there is always the propositon of the frogs. Even if I don't get fish, I know I will have billions of frogs! ;-) Hey, it could be worse. Frogs mean that the ecosystem nearby is doing pretty well. Its when their populations dwindle that one needs to start worrying!
The comfrey is peaking up from the past years dried composted leaves of the same plant, and the tulips and jonquils are starting to awaken. Now if I can keep the latter from being a "salad" for the Labradors,I will be doing well. Freya, Beni's dog will each year sit in front of the two or three that I get and nip of the tender shoots of the flowers before they even get a chance to open. Last year, however, she missed one and I actually ended up getting pictures.
Ok, time to get busy. :-)
The four of us drove along the wet gravel roads that wind alongside the Buffalo Creek. As we drove along, keeping pace with us was a Great Blue Heron. We may have been going beteween 30 and 35 along the road. His wings shone cornflower blue and gray on their underside, his wings and feet a bright orangeish yellow. This bird serves as a reminder of the Benu bird in Kemetic mythology. With the newly budded trees and lilac bushes and grass in the woodlands surrounding us, it was a powerful reminder that spring had arisen again - that in spite of the cold fingers of near-death that winter brings to the wilderness around us, it is all reborn again. That, I think serves as a more tangible reminder to me than anthing else on Easter morning, that the Earth will endure, and of the surety of the reserecting green of Spring. Like Wasir reborn - and yet so much more.
I am, as you can tell from my writings, very much enamored of the place where I live. There are lots of reasons for this. When my ex-husband, Beni's father and I bought this place, we sold a house in Cedar Rapids to buy it. We literally sold it out from underneath ourselves. The financing was not final on this house and property. It was a tooth and nail battle, mortgage companies being the strange animals that they are - thought that a log house was "trendy" or that there was "too much property". In the end we won out, and it made every tear, every screaming fit worth it. Over the years hanging on to this piece of heaven has had its trials. It is Userbenu's legacy, not just a real-estate asset.
Its "just" a 15 acre farm in Iowa afterall, situated on a high hill in the east along twisting and winding hills that overlook a canyon that has a small creek, The Little Indian, running through it, that dumps into the Buffalo Creek that empties just some four or five miles in to the Wapsipinicon, which eventually flows to the Mississippi and then to the sea.
In the coming weeks I will be doing a bit of travelling, but I will also, hopefully be laying the foundations for the herb gardens and the garden area just off the back deck where the water garden is. If the weather were warmer, I would forgo doing laundry and clean everything up, getting it ready for spring. I am not sure if I want to try to do fish this year. I will have to get a better pump and filter if I want to try that. Plants are a little easier, and then there is always the propositon of the frogs. Even if I don't get fish, I know I will have billions of frogs! ;-) Hey, it could be worse. Frogs mean that the ecosystem nearby is doing pretty well. Its when their populations dwindle that one needs to start worrying!
The comfrey is peaking up from the past years dried composted leaves of the same plant, and the tulips and jonquils are starting to awaken. Now if I can keep the latter from being a "salad" for the Labradors,I will be doing well. Freya, Beni's dog will each year sit in front of the two or three that I get and nip of the tender shoots of the flowers before they even get a chance to open. Last year, however, she missed one and I actually ended up getting pictures.
Ok, time to get busy. :-)
