Saturday, April 14, 2007

A rather chilly birthday

Last Saturday, April 7th, was my 46th birthday. I've experienced all kinds of weather on my birthday over the years. In a North Carolina April, we never know what we're going to get. We had had 84-degree temperatures several times during March. However, waking up on this birthday morning was a bit more wintery. Here was the view greeting me outside my bedroom window: The skies soon cleared, so we bundled up well and braved the chilly morning. We headed to Umstead Park for a hike on the Loblolly Trail. Once we got a few miles away from home, the dusting of snow was only a memory in the bright morning sunshine. We had a very nice hike of 12 miles, and I hardly felt a day over 45! Here are a few photos Barry took of the birthday girl along the way:

Sunday, April 1, 2007

In the Catbird Seat

Barry and I recently took a wonderful trip to Miami and Biscayne Bay to attend ASA sailing school. We spent five days and four nights aboard a roomy 40' Manta catamaran and were both certified in ASA 101 (Basic Keelboat), 103 (Basic Coastal Cruising), 104 (Bareboat Chartering), and 114 (Catamaran Cruising). We had a blast and learned so much. Chomping at the bit for more, we have already signed up for ASA 105 (Coastal Navigation) and 106 (Advanced Coastal Cruising) in Charleston with the same school. Just when I thought we were through studying for awhile! For a complete report and many more photos of our trip to Biscayne Bay, click here.

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Signs of Spring

At long last, the daffodils are blooming! We had a warmer than usual winter (at least through mid-January, when it finally arrived) in the North Carolina piedmont; and as a result, we started seeing daffodils in bloom occasionally on our weekend hikes in state parks very early. These daffodils are typically on the sites of old homesteads, where only piles of rocks mark where chimneys once stood. But our daffodils are stubborn. I have two "fancy" varieties from a catalog, not the common bright yellow daffs we see in the woods. They're slooooow, very slow. Being planted on a north-facing slope doesn't help matters any, either. But yesterday, finally, after a glorious 78-degree day, 17 degrees above our normal high for the date, the buds began to open on variety #1 (variety #2 is waiting for April showers, apparently). Even though it's not quite spring by the calendar and the deciduous trees haven't shown their first blush of green, it is now officially springtime in our yard. The daffodils say it's so.
A couple of weekends ago, a bluebird pair started building a nest in one of our two boxes. Just days prior, there had been lots of bluebirds at our suet feeders, coexisting peacefully. Suddenly, there were only two. Once the nesting instinct kicks in in the springtime, one dominant pair chases off all the the others; Barry has witnessed numerous "interlopers" being chased off by the pair. I feel bad for the birds who can no longer enjoy Barry's homemade suet. It seems unfair for one pair to insist that they alone can stay here, especially when nights are still chilly and bugs are not yet plentiful for their primary food source. But I guess that's nature. Just like daffodils, birds do things on their own schedules.