Tuesday, May 01, 2018

May Day

I have vague but happy memories of decorating green plastic berry baskets, filling them with flowers, and leaving them on neighbors' doorsteps on May Day. Maybe it's just a memory, singular, but it has stuck with me for half a century. So here are some flowers for you, my friends, for this May Day:

The top photo was taken at a local park; the middle photo outside the post office; the third in my island flower bed. The following two photos were taken close to home on two different days, the first one over the winery's pond, the second a little farther down our lane over a newly planted vineyard:

I can't help but think of all the food that could be grown on the acreage increasingly planted in wine grapes....

Speaking of food, our hens continue to lay abundantly. There was a traffic jam in the nest boxes this morning:

Red avoids traffic jams, spending most of her time on the roost because her feet hurt and she gets picked on. So while I do chores or shear sheep she gets to free-range. She is very tame and sweet; Rick is checking into how we might be able to treat her feet.

Speaking of shearing, I got Bittersweet done. Here he is before and after:

When I led Bittersweet back to the wooded lot, I kept him haltered to help me snag shy Bing. Unfortunately, Bing's lead somehow came unsnapped, leaving him badly haltered (it's twisted) but loose and now very leery. Somehow I'm going to have to maneuver Bittersweet, Blake, and Bing into the Ram-ada Inn or the Sheep Sheraton so I can shear Bing and get that halter off, and soon!
To make myself feel a little better about my sheep-wrangling failure, I filled the birdfeeders for the first time since the raccoons destroyed the seed feeder and the bluebirds seemed to be getting obsessed with our windows, using the nectar feeder bracket to perch. Rick finally got the seed feeder rebuilt last night:
I was only able to tear him away from his lathe because he finally got a late wedding gift finished:

I love these less utilitarian, more artsy creations of his!

That's it for today from . . .


Leigh said...

I have to say that your shearing jobs look really good. And so does Rick's vase. I hope that's what you're calling it, LOL. Every now and then we've had chickens like Red. Not the foot, but that they don't seem to fit in with the others and end up making good independent foragers in the yard. I hope her foot gets better soon.

Retired Knitter said...

I love your husband's woodwork creations. He is a talent.

Theresa said...

As always, beautiful and reflective.The bowl is lovely, and I'm betting the birds are happy too!

Mama Pea said...

I, too, remember May baskets hung on neighbors' doors when I was growing up. Every year I think about doing that again on May 1st, but have a feeling our not-so-near neighbors might think I'd finally lost all my marbles!

The sheep look SO different than with their "clothes" on! No wonder the rest of the flock sometimes doesn't recognize them after their shearing.

I had to laugh at your "traffic jam" chicken picture. What's going on, girls? Was the urge to produce catching?? ;o)

Rick's latest creation certainly does tend toward the artsy. Not that I'm knocking it. I can imagine the appeal it would have in an art gallery. His creativeness is over-flowing!

Susan said...

Oh, what are those blue flowers?? They are so beautiful! I would love to introduce something other than red, orange or yellow into my lacking landscape. You do such a great job at shearing, Michelle. I like my shearer, but he is nowhere as neat and even as you. Doe Red have bumblefoot? A few of mine have had it. Such a hoot looking at the hen-jam in the nesting boxes. No matter how many boxes you have, they all want the same ones! Lovely photographs of the rainbow and cloud formation. I'm with you on the waste of land. Monoculture is never a good choice, IMHO. That piece of Rick's is truly a piece of art! Such beautiful burling!

Michelle said...

They look better AND have less-to-no second cuts when I shear them with scissors, Leigh. I just wish it didn't take me SO. LONG.

I'll pass along your compliment, RK!

Thanks, Theresa. I'll admit, this started as a Debbie Downer post, so I set it aside for a few hours until my mood had lifted considerably.

Ah, the days of leaving flower baskets instead of package bombs on (or stealing packages FROM) people's doorsteps, Mama Pea....

Susan, I know it as lithospermum, a common evergreen ground cover in this area. They come in various shades of blue, that welcome and unusual flower color. Yes, I think Red has bumblefoot, although she doesn't have any black spots. Do you have advice on how to treat it?