EASTER AT RUSTYNAIL GARDEN

Easter Blessings To Everyone.

Everyone enjoys a little feast on Easter Sunday, including these hungry squirrels in our front yard this morning.  I took this picture from inside my house, behind squirrel proof glass.  They were eating oiled sunflower seeds.

Then these little critters began to move, and climb, and scatter, and chatter!
Ready, set, ACTION!

 

Ah Ha!  This is the intruder upsetting their Easter Dinner.

Hey, Mr. Groundhog, where have you been since February 2nd?

I have not seen you around these cold, snowy, cloudy, wintery parts.

Didn't Elvis sing a song about you?  You ain't nothing but a groundhog!

This is a shot of our sweet bunny, Buckaroo, as he got a massage before Easter Dinner.

What a face. 

 

For our Easter centerpiece, Mother Nature gave us our first flowers of the year.

 

Everything is coming to life.  What a glorious time in our garden.

Do you have flowers popping up in your garden yet?

Please comment below.

Walking In The Snow

I love to be the first to make footprints in newly fallen snow.  Today I went for a walk in the timber with my camera.  I know the video is a little shaky.  That's because the ground was a little rough, and uneven, and I'm uneven, and I'm also shaky.  Otherwise, it would have been a great movie.  You can hear my size 8 boots crunching in the snow too! I just hope you don't hear me burp or anything like that. 

 

If you want to walk with me on the way back home click the next video.  I hope you don't get as tired as I did.

Well Hello There

 

This week we had several inches of rain with spring temperatures in the high thirties.

I inspected the early plants to see if any had awakened and popped their "widdle" heads from under their winter blanket of leaves.

 

 This Dianthus woke up!  It is becoming a darker color than it was over the winter.

 

 

 

Is there a deer under those antlers?  This is my dear Norway Spruce.
These are about 6 years old.  These candles are the new growth for this year.
Each spring the trees grow about a foot in the spring.   (Yes, I know I have to saw the post tops....thanks for reminding me.)

 

 

 

 

Our beloved, beautiful, abundant, botanical, bojangled, biodegradable, blue Iris are growing a few green leaves already.

 

 

 

.....dis is one ov my vlue vots dat ve turned over vuring da vinter

so it vould not vreeze.

 

                                                                   and anodder von

 

and anodder two

                                         This is Mother-in-law tongue.............get the idea?

 

 

 

Hm, should I pick these and put them in salad?

Should I pull them off and drown them?

Should I plant them?

Should I leave them alone?  Yes

 

I don't know what they are but there are a ton of them on the

Harvey Walker Walking Stick Tree.  Maybe they are little walking canes.

 

 

 

 

 

Buds that wintered on my brother's Magnolia tree.

It will be beautiful soon.

Sorry this is fuzzy, but actually they "are" fuzzy.  So you should really thank me
for showing them fuzzy.  If you begin to feel fuzzy lay down and take a nap.
I think I will.  Dig it.

 

.......zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

 

 

 

 

The "Shnow Snovel"

.....my little snow shovel story.

Some garden tools are seasonal.  I use the hoe in summer, the rake in the fall, and the snow shovel in winter.  After the season ends, each are hung in the shed to "hang out" and rest.

When the temperature outside is really cold and my teeth are chattering, I can't even say the words snow shovel correctly.  It comes out "shnow snovel" every time. When it is really cold outside, I keep the snovel in the house where the handle can stay warm.  I just do not like to grab a cold "snovel."  (or a cold man) I like a warm one.  I also like warm hugs and kisses but I can't talk about that right now.  I'm trying to write......
  
However, I have never gone to the extremes of wrapping a neck scarf around my snovel or put a hat on top to keep it warm.  Perhaps I should be more considerate of my "snovel" beginning today.

I prefer the metal scooped shovel over plastic any day.  I feel like I'm working harder if
I use a metal tool that makes scraping noises.  No need for ergonomic designs, or rubber grips, just give me the stick with a scoop at the bottom.

The art of snoveling is quite intricate.  Is it better to push long strips of snow or short ones?
Does one throw the snow over the shoulder for good luck?
 

                                         Do you count how many times you lift and throw?
                                         Are you a left handed shoveler or right?

                                                   Someone just took a break.........me!

                                Do you swear you are going to buy a snow blower next year?
                                Do you swear in other ways?  (I do)


            How many times do you fall down and break your crown?  What is a crown anyway?
            See what I mean?  There are so many unanswered questions in order to just move a few bazillion snowflakes.

And why are such tiny snowflakes so darn heavy?  I just do not know the answers.

Go ahead and rest, I'm sure you are exhausted now.  Enjoy this poem while you rest.  It explains a few things we just discussed (hint: crown).

Jack and Jill went up the hill

To fetch a pail of water. (Or snow.)

Jack fell down and broke his crown, ( A crown is your head!)

And Jill came tumbling after.  (Naughty Jill pushed Jack.)

Up Jack got, and home did trot,

As fast as he could caper;

To old Dame Dob, who patched his nob  (Who is this chick?)

With vinegar and brown paper.

When Jill came in how she did grin

To see Jack's paper plaster;

Mother vexed did whip her next

For causing Jack's disaster.

Let it snow!