Posts Tagged ‘seasons’

The Canada geese are coming back.  I heard honking and looked up at the sky.  The geese were flying in a V shaped pattern with the left side considerably shorter.  There must have been at least seventy geese in the flock.  They were heading for Lake Huron–a small acre sized body of water.  They are an harbinger of spring.  Earlier we noted the row of tulips were coming up.  It will be a surprise what colors they are.  No one seems to remember what the package indicated.  More and more greenery is coming up.  There are surprises every day.

The only thing I saw on the River was the ubiquitous gull.  I crossed the busy highway to take a closer view of the River but that was all I saw.  With a little luck I thought I might spot one of the bald eagles who nest on the opposite mountain.  Not this time.  I keep looking for them but I never have seen them in the vicinity.

Later on I might occasionally spot a snowy or great egret on the fringes of the nearby islands.  It is still too early in the season for that.  I just wanted to view the expanse of the River.  There were many gulls but that was about it.  They could be found here year around.

Later on I will walk around my land and see what plants are starting to come out of the ground.  The daffodils, of course, are five or six inches tall.  I am wondering whether any of the row of tulips planted last year will come up.  There are always surprises.  Spring is now three weeks and some days away.  We will see what comes up.

It does feel like winter today.  The temperature is floating around the freezing point and there is a healthy wind blowing making it seem even colder.  Even my four dogs do not want to stay out too long in the yard.  Tomorrow is supposed to be more of this, then it warms up again.  When I woke up, there was a layer of snow on the ground but it was gone by the afternoon.  Spring is getting closer.  In a few days it will be March.  All of that does not matter.  All I want to do today is to stay in.  It is just too cold.

The winter was perfect for the primrose.  It was so mild the primrose never died and flowered throughout the whole winter.  In the past there were seasons it bloomed twice– early spring and fall.  Not this season.  It bloomed throughout the whole winter and it appears it will continue through the spring.  At least through early spring.  It likes cold weather, but not warm weather.  I have never seen the primrose do this.  This indicates how mild the winter was this year.  Usually an extended freeze kills its and then it comes up, again, the following spring.  Just about every plant in the bed either has buds or is flowering.

I made my first definite sighting of a hummingbird since I put out new nectar a few days ago.  In fact, it did not feed on the nectar but was attracted to the pink fuschia flowers from a plant hanging only several feet from my feeder.  I was thrilled one was still in the area.  I did not think any more were.  There were several times I thought I spotted one but this was the first time I was sure.  Let us see if it comes back.  Most have migrated.  It is a straggler.  It is already in the first week of September.  They have a long journey to make.

I put out my last nectar of the season for the hummingbirds.  I have not seen one in a day or two.  Fall has come and they might have all migrated.  I will see if there are any more stragglers.  There might be one or two that are delaying their journey south.

They could of been swallows.  I saw dozens alight on that wire and swirl above.  I never saw swallows migrate before.  It was early morning and they were over a mile away from water.  If I had to guess, they were cliff swallows.  I spotted them going through the “back way’ into town.  I was  surprised to see them.  Now is the time I usually see flocks of small blackbirds come through.  I still saw a hummingbird feed on my nectar today.  At least one has not decided to migrate.  Temperatures have fallen–the seventies.  Summer does not end for another three weeks.  There is no doubt Autumn has come already.

Summer feels like it is done.  September is in a few days.  It is wet and cold–the fringe of the hurricane Irene.  Central Pennsylvanian did not get hit hard.  I realized I was cold in my shorts and tee shirt.  It was time to put long pants on as well as long sleeved shirts.  I won’t put away my shorts away yet but it won’t be long until they are stored away for another year.  We still have some hummingbirds coming to our feeder but not as many.  Autumn is around the bend.

The apple season has started.  Ginger Gold, summer Rambo and Paula Reds are here.  I pay closer attention to the new arrivals.  The Ginger Gold and Paula Reds I enjoy now.  They don’t retain their crispness too long.  There is nothing worse than a mushy apple.  I now pay more frequent visits to my local produce stand.  Pears will also come in season.  I like buying them there for they let them on the tree longer.  They  are tree ripened and sweeter than you can buy in the big supermarkets.  One of my favorite pears are Seckel pears.  They are small but very tasty pears and only around for a short time.  Fresh cider is also around the corner.  All harbingers of the next season–Fall.

Soon the hummingbirds will stop coming to my feeder.  And will take the long journey south.  I never know when I see the last one of the season but I will keep nectar out for a few more weeks for any stragglers.  The “passing” of the hummingbirds is another sign the warm weather is out and the cold temperatures are on their way.  I can become too used to their sight and they have to go away for me again to marvel at this creation of God.  It will be April, again, before they come back.  And I will await their arrival.

I found an acorn on the ground:  Fall must be around the corner.  Temperatures now are lower.  It is still warm.  Kids are about to return to school.  I have my eyes open for the next season–Autumn.  I will still enjoy the higher temperatures but now I know they are on their way out.  Official summer is not done for a few weeks.  It is just winding down.  I will await the next season expectantly.  There is always the illusion each season will linger for ever but it is only that–an illusion.  And before you know it, the next one has arrived.

It felt cool this morning and that was a gift.  The ground and plants were still wet.  It had rained last night.  There had been too many hot days and before I know it they will be gone.  Summer is winding down:  soon Labor day will be here and the kids will be back to school.  Today I will enjoy the weather exactly how it is and when it changes again I will not dismay.  Every day is perfect and the greatest gift is today.  Somehow this year I missed picking the wild blackberries but there is a frozen pie to remind us of all the raspberries I picked.  Every season has its own gift.