time and change in balance

i have put my name on a piece of paper~

a purchase agreement

selling my oldfarmhouse

and moving to the place i've been calling home, if all goes to plan.

this weekend, a warmer (relatively) night

the first night i've heard a welcome home timberdoodle

winging circles overhead.

also my first robin.

spring happenings hereabouts. 

here is my little beaver essay

a small black dot

 middle rear ground, just in front of the ice

moves left, becoming a log shape,

swims to center then left again

before coming close to me on the bridge, 

then swimming away.

not one tail smack, 

so this beaver wasn't worried about me.

and in the last photo it's heading towards me

standing on the bridge taking rotten quality phone photos

 this place moves me deeply

 and then i looked up!

 back down

 and 

 the next morning was cold and sunny

ice skirting streamside treetrunks

 i drive this road home to the farm

 where i found more springing

 and then a worm moon

 see the nest?

there's a ring around the moon

 and this is the best my little camera can do

hannah is moving me from blogger, with whom i have struggled

back to squarespace where my website lives

sometime this weekend.

fingers crossed i can adjust and we can converse on the blog

because blogger won't let me talk with you.

not a fan

i am definitely not a fan

of daylight savings time.

i go home

later now because of the new school

and a student i tutor

and it will be dark so early.

arrgh.

 so the week we just 

said goodbye to

was full.

many

 books came to my house:

 but by far

the most special was this one

another by carol blinn

guess what it's about!

 beaver are newly busy

over at the new place

 they get to work and nail the aspens

stealth chewers,

 better than a tupper lake logger.

 this startled me on my walk tonight

 all light and shadow

and edges

 two feed sacks on the

barbed wire

we had a big wind on friday

as the front moved through.

 a textile?

 a fence.

 and the six calves

separated from their mums

came trotting and snorting and asking

for a photo shoot

how could i not oblige?

another edge

in front of my pasture.

autumn today, really chilly

clear, sunny, hat and mittens weather

again.

transitions

 transitional times like march and november

move me 

i must go outside

(hence my absence from the ethers)

and i have been making lots of ecoprints

  i did get out on my land

several times

and found a stack of rock books

this rock i've not seen in years

in fact, having lived on this piece of north country

for 26 years,

 much has changed,

is changing

the stream has become a series

of ponds

six now, i think

as beaver rearrange the land to their suiting

 i walked across several dams

 became dazzled by the late afternoon

brilliant sunlight

 saw myself reflected on ice

 and walked gingerly around such trees

 there were other dam visitors

before me.

 while there i heard some birds, chickadees mostly,

beginning to think about spring

 i've ridden my horses, skied, and walked,

sometimes hauling out a child or a load of stuff

up this hill from the woods

this is the back of my pasture

and there i am with a bag of plant bits

 i often come out here and just 

stretch out on a rock

or examine the plants

or watch a woodchuck hole, a rabbit run, a deer trail.

it's really growing up to brush now

without grazing animals on it

there are still

milkweed blessings 

all over this place.

at work the men were talking of milkweed

how toxic it is, blah, blah, blah,

and i told them i'd eaten it.

poor (wo)man's asparagus.

mouths fell open,

astonished.

(i grinned)