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| One patch of alpine spring beauties in our yard. |
Wednesday 5/2. I finally made hummingbird syrup and hung out the feeders, a day late. Within an hour or so, the hummingbirds were drinking up. What a thrill to see them back at Rose Camp. Also had to make a gallon of dog broth. I simmer five drumsticks in water along with freeze-dried carrots and some no-salt seasoning, then put three tablespoons of broth on each of their dishes of dry food along with a tablespoon of shredded chicken with their dinner. They each get broth, 1/2 of a scrambled egg and some shredded cheese on their dry food for breakfast.
JB baked two loaves of banana bread in between working on Miss Kitty. She won't start and he thinks it is the starter cellinoid (sp). I also did other outside chores and just enjoyed being out there.
It was another enjoyable Spring day with a high of 68. We are seeing butterflies now and a greater variety of birds. So nice to wake up to their songs in the morning.
Thursday 5/3. It was 52 with blue skies this morning. I was on my way Down There by 9:00 am to do some grocery shopping and hit the sale at Shopko. Bought some pansies, petunias and marigolds to plant along the rock wall and in the planters. Stopped and chatted with Elsie on my way home. It is so nice to be able to do that now that they only work on the weekends.
Back home we got everything unloaded and put away. Then I planted the flowers. So nice to get my fingers in the dirt. Still need some more flowers, but it's looking good. JB had been working on Miss Kitty some more, just to be sure he had discovered the right part to replace.
Driving on our road, there are no alpine spring beauties until about 3000 feet up. Which would explain the "alpine" part of their name.
Our high for the day was again 68. Some high, thin clouds had moved in, but it was a great day. "Hummingbirds, Butterflies and Domestic Flowers" really does describe these past few days.
Friday 5/4. It is 50 and partly cloudy this morning with a breeze.
Thought for the day: Pain is a part of life. Sometimes it is a big part, and sometimes it isn't, but either way, it's part of the big puzzle, the deep music, the great game. Pain does two things: It teaches you, tells you that you're alive. Then it passes away and leaves you changed. It leaves you wiser, sometimes. Sometimes it leaves you stronger. Either way, pain leaves its mark, and everything important that will ever happen to you in life is going to involve it in one degree or another. White Night by Jim Butcher, page 282/283
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