Yard work and life/death awareness

Front view of my mushroom hut as we call it...you might recall a few years ago we created it against the back fence with the old tipi poles. Had to add some additional things like the black fence sheeting and some chicken fencing. 

We felt like the Raney's home rescue show just using up what we had.  A few years back I also planted the snow drops in between the two beds. 

It's been some learning experience that's for sure.  Hoping that it works this year.  

I've been watching the Virginia Bluebells pop up all over the place...from where I started them to where the show up new each year.  I do love there blue color. Here a new batch is popping up next to the day lilies. 

I know I shared this on Substack and at this point I'm just playing around and testing the buttons and seeing what it's all about.  Sure I could go and listen and watch how to do it, which I do that too but there is an excitement to find things out.  

I've been still reading the book, A Year in Practice and I've falling into the observation of the life / death thing that is so present but we don't realize it.  We think that Winter time is about the cold and hibernation and all the natural decomposing that goes on with the plants dropping leaves and going dormant for the season. 

As I walk in the morning with Gracie there is evidence of the creatures that move through the night and day. Plus the curiosity of how it happens to some. 

I believe this is a starling or a grackle...that was rained on and left to become again for the earth or other critters like a opossum. 

I don't mean to be demented by showing these images.  It is the death part of the season that is hard to look at but is real and there. I relate to this as in our home there is the witnessing of the elder and the babies, toddler right before our eyes.   That sad/joyful thing going on. Oh there is joy for the elder with having the young ones come to the house all the time...she said one day isn't it nice to be loved.  And that I will for sure have to agree upon.  Nothing like being a Baba to your grandchildren and the happy to see you.