Flying times

Late spring and early summer constitute such a wonderful season. Each and every day brings so much new to observe and absorb. There is too much to do, there are too many roads to choose from and time flies. Even if I now manage with a 7-hour sleep instead of the 10 hours or more I needed during the dark season, time flies like a jet plane. And I’m afraid it will continue to do so for the next three months at least.

I should have known this because it happened to me also last year. Now that I am free to drink every drop of it in, spring is such an overwhelming experience – both mentally and physically – it will overpower any good intentions occupying all your attention and energy, which you will be all too happy to offer to it.

It has turned out very hard to return to our recent travels no matter how much I would have liked to, no matter how much there is I’d like to tell. But I will try, on the next rainy day at the latest. Until then, I will make an effort to embrace every moment attempting to silence the uneasy conscience, “Hey there, woman. This is not a job but a hobby. Allow yourself some slack!”

Maple lovers

My favourite plant in our garden is the old maple. (I confess, I’m a pathetic amateur in gardening.) It is beautiful any time of the year, also in the nakedness of winter. I love its crooked branches and the vertical grooves on the bark.

It is just the kind of a tree that is made for hugging. I am convinced you do not even need to touch the tree but being in its vicinity will already make you feel stronger and healthier. As science has put it so nicely, “Access to nature can significantly improve our mental capital and wellbeing”. I should put my arms around my favourite tree more often. 

The maples are rather popular also among some other species residing on our lot. Throughout the winter season, the old one offers all sorts of neat holes and cavities for the great spotted woodpeckers (Dendrocopus major) (käpytikka) to work on the cones they carry from the old spruces surrounding two sides of the garden.

The maples are now blooming in their adorable shade of green. A few days ago when we were having our afternoon coffee in the kitchen-diner, we observed a few squirrels running around in one of the younger maples a few metres away from the window. There were three of them – a family perhaps – and they were eating the buds like crazy.

I managed to fit my point-and-shoot camera between the slats of the Venetian blinds without scaring them away, although in one of the photos the squirrel appears to be looking straight at the lens. He/she has probably been in that situation with me before (here).

Cherries (and vet) revisited

Little did I know on Monday that I would have a chance to drive by the sargent’s cherries again on Wednesday. I took Jack to the vet for a vaccination – there seems to be at least one of those due every spring – and to have him examined because he has been limping his front leg for a few days. (You can find my post on our visit of last year here.)

The cherry blossoms were even more abundant than two days earlier. This time I was there within office hours and I wasn’t the only one admiring the trees. A gentleman entering the building on business commented on the blooming that it was so marvellous you might think you were in Japan. Indeed, if you crop the photos nicely, you might imagine you were thousands of miles away, not in a village in Finland.

As for the patient, he was vaccinated, worm-protected and thoroughly examined. It seems the limp is nothing serious, probably just arthritis we might want to start treating with a joint support supplement product.

Had the reason been the viper (Vipera berus) (kyykäärme) we found dead in our garden the other day the leg would have been all swollen. It looks like Jack the predator may have cleared off a life-threatening enemy from his territory without any particular harm to himself despite the fact that the intruder was a poisonous snake, the only one living this far north. The limp may be a simple coincidence.

If the fatal bruises in the middle of the dead snake were Jack’s doing he certainly didn’t get any bites himself. He has been enjoying life as heartily as ever. Above you can see him sunbathing on the cover of a sewage basin, one of his favourite spots when it is not too warm, and below playing under our patio deck. I never knew he could fit in there but one day he just squeezed himself under the deck. He must have caught an inviting smell of some sort coming from there.

Oh Jack, why can’t you leave the dangerous ones alone? (More on Jack here.)

First pink of spring

There seems to be a nice spot of warmer microclimate some 15 km from our place where I went yesterday. All the birches were a bit greener there and I even saw a couple of cherries in blossom. It had been raining so the weather was rather grey but I had to stop the car and run inside the mesh fence of the school building to take a few photos. I couldn’t risk it. The blooming may be gone by the time I have another errand to run driving past the two lovely sargent’s cherries (Prunus sargentii) (rusokirsikka).

2nd Sunday in May

Like in many other countries around the world, Mother’s Day is always celebrated on the second Sunday in May here. Spring is starting to be at its best and life is wonderful. There’s nothing to worry about, nothing to complain about, just happiness. I hope your day felt that way, too.