I just registered today to go Bald for Bucks as part of Team Roswell. If you want to help raise money to fight cancer, consider donating or even going bald yourself! Thanks for your support. V
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Last weekend mom and I took a trip to the Buffalo & Erie County Botanical Gardens, one of our favorite places. Since I moved back to New York it has really been expanding tremendously, and it has been exciting to watch all the changes from visit to visit. It has become even more special to me since Cherie had the beautiful idea to purchase a memory stone, along with the and the Information Center at Catalyst, in Gran’s honor, which is located in the walkway near one of the entrances to the outdoor perennial gardens. This time we were treated to a wonderful art exhibit, an Albright-Knox public art initiative, Shayne Dark: Natural Conditions. From the minute we passed through the entrance off Ridge Road we were impressed with the vibrant colors, size, and how well the pieces integrated into the gardens. I can’t wait to see how it looks in future visits, in other seasons. The wonderful exhibit will be on view until 4 October 2015.
It seems like overnight urban wildlife and fauna have started to wake up from their long winter slumber. As I took a tour of our yard this morning before the rain resumed I observed crocuses opening, found a quite beautiful fungus growing on the logs that make up the raised asparagus bed, was surrounded by chickadees after filling the empty feeder hanging in the big pine, and startled a snake. Usually one of us wakes up the snakes before they’re ready, overturning a rock to uncover a family one year, taking a tarp off a sand pile to send a dozen or more slithering away the next. This one is lucky I’m being overly cautious walking right now and was looking straight down instead of examining the vegetable plot, otherwise I fear I would have stepped on it, lying in the middle of the walkway.
Our neighbor across the street gave us our newest tulips, spent bulbs he got from the Buffalo & Erie County Botanical Gardens last year, and they are one of the first things to emerge in the garden this year. Always exciting in spring when you spy anything coming up while there’s still snow covering parts of the ground, especially new plantings.
As the swelling in my fingers continues to lessen and I’ve been getting used to doing things one handed, I’ve started venturing out on walks again as long as it hasn’t been raining — aside from my first day in the cast, when we were pelted with mini-hail (or grapple, perhaps?). Spring so far has seemed more like winter but there have been glimpses of the new season here and there as the feet of snow that has accumulated over the past few months has started melting. This morning, after admiring an explosion of crocuses across the street, I was inspired to venture into our soggy yard a bit to discover our own little bits of green scattered here and there: crocuses just starting to peek out under the smoke bush (which will be one of the last things to wake up in our landscape). Copious amounts salad greens in the concrete raised beds. Primroses. The lenten rose remains buried but a few leaves have appeared, a startling emerald green against the dirty white scrim of ice that has yet to melt, hidden from the sun most of the time by the house’s foundation. Although the sun goes away again as I write this and the wind brings the temperature back down into the thirties, it seems as if spring is making her way known anyway. Stubborn, persistent. Meanwhile, I’ll try to summon patience waiting for the rest of the snow in our yard to melt. And try not to get too muddy in my over eagerness to explore the new season which awaits.