Love in Bloom on Glue Factory Pond

Glue Factory Pond!   Now, isn't that a name to conjure with?  It's in Foxborough, and quite scenic, surrounded by grass and bushes and bisected by a local road.  There is indeed an old glue factory which has been turned into small businesses.  People fish in the pond, and there's always a contingent of Canadian geese about.  There were white geese, a threesome for the longest time.  Babies would come in the spring, and usually disappear.  Last year ALL the white geese disappeared.  Gone!  A fox?  A coyote?  Man?

Of course, this is a question that will never be answered, which does not stop me from brooding and wondering.  This year a swan appeared, but there was no way to tell him/her to fly to the Audubon preserve in Norfolk, where an equally lone swan swam.  A week ago, a second swan appeared.  Big excitement, and then I only saw one again.  Today, they were both there and seem to have bonded.  Hanging out, eating swan food from the bottom of the pond (with white butt in air) and there were some ducks and some Canada geese, so life was good on Glue Factory Pond.  In the winter there are seagulls.

In spite of the most unpoetic name, Glue Factory Pond is a pretty cool place.

We saw the ducks in the slough again, and the frog chorus is loud and insistent, singing in the evening hours.  I've seen a few birds after the terror of the hawk.  Even heard the dove, whom I was sure would be a goner.  Hope the hawk is gone.  I love my little flock of birdies.

Everything broke into bloom at once, and the world is beautiful.  The swans would agree.

Cheers!

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Has Spring Sprung?

Tomorrow is the first day of "official" spring.  Today the Spring Peepers began their shrill chorus in the slough behind the house, and some other frogs joined in.  Crocus is blooming, and I forced some forsythia.  Garlic and chives rising out of the earth.  A major cleanup lies ahead. 


The photo is across Central Park to the West from the Upper East Side (la di dah).  We witnessed the St. Patrick's Day parade and spent a day on Long Island visiting a sick friend.  Driving back into Manhattan, the view at night just couldn't be beat.  


Today, back in MA,  we grilled for the first time, a small chicken with garlic and lemon and thyme under the skin.  Very yummy with salad, boiled Yukon Gold (baby) potatoes and fresh organic carrots.  I am sorry to say we ate the whole chicken, but it was small and oh so tender and dark and yummy.  May grill again tomorrow.  


I am still doing some plotting and am rarin' to get going on my book again.  And more short stories.  And the garden.  And. . . and. . . 


The warm weather and especially the sunshine are energizing.  The cats stare out of the windows in wonderment.   Is it truly "kitty weather" again?  


So I started watching the "Breaking Bad" marathon tonight, but it is just too freaking scary.  Meth is the worst.  Jeez, how did we get from the light to the dark so quickly?  dunno. 


Reading Proust, there is never any of this angst.  


Onward, 


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