Berries and flowers, and birds

cattitude and I went up into the hills this morning looking for black raspberries. We found them, in most of the usual places. Some had dried on the bush--after three very wet weeks, we've had three dry ones--but there were plenty to delight us, despite some places where we were clearly an hour late. We also found a few red raspberries, which we hadn't seen in the park before.

As a serious bonus, on our way into the hills we asked a park ranger what she had spotted. A bald eagle, just fledged: this is year 2 of the reintroduction program, and two of this year's four chicks are just old enough to be flying. We watched for a bit, looking at his back in the distance, wondering if we'd see movement, then headed on up.

This afternoon, I planted the periwinkle (Vinca sp.) I got at the Greenmarket yesterday. Six four-packs this time, which was enough to fill the area under one tree, with an extra left to drop in a gap under the other (where I planted earlier). I have a mix of white, pink, and magenta, in what I hope is a pleasing pattern--I'll be surer when they all open. If all goes well, a year from now it'll be a thorough mix-up of color, covering most if not all of that area, and the other tree will be a carpet of green and magenta.
[Edit/addendum: Papersky, is this where you got the name Vincans?]

I'm feeling stressed, for what I think are unrelated reasons, but digging is as good as lifting weights--and, weirdly, better than gathering berries, delightful as just-picked ripe fruit is--for my mood.

Berries and flowers, and birds

cattitude and I went up into the hills this morning looking for black raspberries. We found them, in most of the usual places. Some had dried on the bush--after three very wet weeks, we've had three dry ones--but there were plenty to delight us, despite some places where we were clearly an hour late. We also found a few red raspberries, which we hadn't seen in the park before.

As a serious bonus, on our way into the hills we asked a park ranger what she had spotted. A bald eagle, just fledged: this is year 2 of the reintroduction program, and two of this year's four chicks are just old enough to be flying. We watched for a bit, looking at his back in the distance, wondering if we'd see movement, then headed on up.

This afternoon, I planted the periwinkle (Vinca sp.) I got at the Greenmarket yesterday. Six four-packs this time, which was enough to fill the area under one tree, with an extra left to drop in a gap under the other (where I planted earlier). I have a mix of white, pink, and magenta, in what I hope is a pleasing pattern--I'll be surer when they all open. If all goes well, a year from now it'll be a thorough mix-up of color, covering most if not all of that area, and the other tree will be a carpet of green and magenta.
[Edit/addendum: Papersky, is this where you got the name Vincans?]

I'm feeling stressed, for what I think are unrelated reasons, but digging is as good as lifting weights--and, weirdly, better than gathering berries, delightful as just-picked ripe fruit is--for my mood.