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There are swaths of purple gracing the prairie pastures as crocus bloom.

I found these on a road less traveled.

As you can see, the blooming period of the crocus is coming to an end. I hope you enjoyed this little piece of the wild prairie!

Thank-you for following, reading, sharing and commenting – The Trefoil Muse

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Drone

When life drones on,

Spread your wings and fly.

 

Thank-you for following, reading, sharing and commenting – The Trefoil Muse

 

 

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White rabbits, white rabbits; spring arrives; winter weather lifts; and there are white rabbits everywhere! 

Rabbits are prolific creatures. There are so many of them here that it is near impossible to count their numbers.

The rabbit symbolizes fertility, luck, creativity, compassion and intuition.  Rabbits are associated with springtime and new beginnings. They are happy reminders that life is full of possibilities. A rabbit’s foot is a lucky token and rabbits are considered symbols of fortune.

But with the appearance of all these rabbits, is it possible our home has undergone a takeover by Easter Bunny Central?

We have a profound conglomeration of long-eared, fluffy-white-tailed creatures hopping around our farmyard and nearby fields.

The majority of rabbits inhabiting the farm are jackrabbits but somewhere during the winter months a bush bunny family moved in as well.

Bush bunnies, otherwise known as mountain cottontail are the only true rabbit in Alberta.  Despite its name, it is not actually found in our mountains. It is restricted to the prairie regions of the province, where it can be found in areas with sufficient brushy cover. I suspect our newly arrived cottontails fled from a nearby coulee to take up residence in our hedges mid winter. 

I usually spot my little bush bunny or cottontail friends closer to the house not far from the hedges, whereas, their larger counterparts, the jackrabbits like kibitzing out in the open.

Jackrabbits, otherwise known as snowshoe hares, are larger than rabbits, have longer hind legs and longer ears.  An interesting fact to note is that rabbits or baby bunnies are born hairless and blind whereas baby hares, (called leverets) are born with fur, can see, and are mobile within an hour of birth.  As well, hares turn from brown in the summer to white in the winter; rabbits do not. 

Our prairie jackrabbits are well camouflaged during seasonal changes.  Right now, most of them are still wearing their white jackets and blend in with the white covered landscape.  Some have begun to shed their white fur and have a brown patchy appearance and are hard to see against the barren spring earth.   Jackrabbits will hide among and under rocks, outbuildings, hollow logs, and other covered spaces or even in plain sight. When faced with danger, rabbits tend to freeze and/or run for cover, while hares will usually try to run away and out maneuver their pursuer. 

The jackrabbits around here love to taunt my dogs.  They have even been known to run right through our legs during a daily walk to induce a game of tag.  Jackrabbits can run up to 55 km/h (34 mph) and can leap up to five meters (16 feet 5 inches)!  They are agile athletes who elude predators from following their scent through a series of large bounds, sometimes even moving at right angles to their previous direction. My poor good natured dogs don’t stand a chance.  They get out distanced and out maneuvered by the jackrabbits during every competition.  Still, they love the chase and it seems to be great exercise for both the rabbits and the dogs.

To be honest, I find the bush bunnies to be much cuter than the jackrabbits but the jackrabbits have afforded me plenty of comic relief over the years due to their antics with my dogs and their Easter exercise regimes. 

To be a successful Easter Bunny candidate, one must assume that a rabbit or hare needs to be white or well camouflaged, agile and fleet of foot to deliver all of those chocolaty candy eggs across the Alberta prairie.

The training sessions around here must have produced plenty of successful Easter Bunnies and gained popularity with the rabbit populous. Rabbits have great listening skills and word seems to have spread that our remote Easter Bunny Central location is top notch. It seems very fortuitous that more and more white rabbits keep appearing from out of nowhere. 

With all of these white rabbits hopping around, I’m beginning to feel like Alice in Wonderland.

Which makes me wonder; if I utter the words white rabbit three times will they all magically disappear like a puff of smoke to be hare today and gone tomorrow? Or have I myself fallen into a rabbit hole?

Happy Easter every bunny!

Thank-you for following, reading, sharing and commenting – The Trefoil Muse

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As winter loosens her icy grip,

I find myself looking forward to greener pastures, wild roses and the sound of water…

Thank-you for following, reading, sharing and commenting – The Trefoil Muse

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A piercing scream cut through the quiet night, ricocheted off concrete walls and echoed onto the city street.  A hollow thud then gasp of air followed.  It was the woman’s last breath.

A dark figure loomed over the body.

Bobby-Joe McKintock had just frightened his nosey, old neighbor to death; quite by accident, when in jest, he’d jumped out of the shadows.

A sinister laugh caromed through the night.  Bobby-Joe glanced around then disappeared into the darkness before the backlash of what he’d done hit him.

Quiet fell upon the city street.  The silence was deafening.

Sounds of sirens and gunshots ensued.

It was a ricochet that ended him.

As it turns out, the rebound effect is no joking matter!

Thank-you for following, reading, sharing and commenting – The Trefoil Muse

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Feeling cold and sluggish?

Perhaps you need a little more warmth in your life.

Indulge yourself.

Drink a cup of hot chocolate.

Chocolate not only warms your heart but your soul.

Dark chocolate keeps you healthy by adding antioxidants. 

Antioxidants lower blood pressure and increase circulation to your heart.

Not enough sweetness in your life?

Add some marshmallows.

Feeling dull or sluggish?

Spice up your life.

Be adventurous,

Add a cinnamon stick to your cup of hot chocolate for extra flavor.

If you are daring enough, you can get even more spicy.

Nothing warms your heart on a cold day like a cup of hot chocolate 

with a few drops of hot sauce.  

Sit back and relax.

You will feel the heat running through your body in no time.

Enjoy the burn.

No one really needs an excuse to indulge in chocolate!

Chocolate’s heart healthy.

Just warm your heart up a little if you’re cold.

Get spicy!

 

 

Thank-you for following, reading, sharing and commenting – The Trefoil Muse

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Many people like to romanticize the good old days – truth is times were hard back then.  When my Mother was a little girl, her family lived on the CC Ranch southwest of Nanton, Alberta.  The Ranch, situated on Willow Creek was silhouetted by the wild and beautiful Rocky Mountains. The land was filled with bush and farther in towards the mountain was thick timber.  Visitors to the ranch were a rarity. Her writing tells of a time not so long ago when many people still relied on horsepower, grit and man’s best friend to survive.  With that being said, I hope you enjoy the following story based in the wild and untamed Alberta Foothills that she loved:

Dawg

By: J.V. Andrus  

Slowly across the top of a hazy hill came a weary rider pushing along a small, shaggy herd of long horns.  A white dog followed on the heels of the rider. Occasionally from behind, the white dog eased up alongside the long horns to press curious calves back into the herd then he’d fall back into line with the dozing rider.  The little group descended the hill down into a small valley lush with a carpet of thick green grass. 

This was as good a place as any to spend a hot afternoon, the rider thought as he eased himself out of the saddle.  He loosened the cinch, dropped the bridle reins and leaned back against the trunk of a huge tree whose branches draped low over the mouth of a stream that bubbled around a rock bank nearby. 

Through half closed eyes he surveyed his herd. 

After drinking from the stream the long horns began to graze from the thick green grass of the flat valley and began picking their way along the low lying hills.

A few feet away, the white dog lay panting; his long tongue lulled out from the side of his mouth and from the end of it dripped saliva.  His huge soft brown eyes held the man’s gaze; ever so gently, his tail swayed back and forth.

Without uttering a word, the puncher butted a cigarette which had been hanging from the corner of his lips and eased down into the warm sunshine.  With the heat of the sun now on him, he slept. (more…)

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Baby, it’s cold outside!

It’s the end of November and it is -13 degrees Celsius (12.2 Fahrenheit). The wind has been blowing with gusts of 42 km (27 mph) and higher so it feels like -23C (-9.4 F).  It’s so frigid that I am unable to think.  Perhaps, I have frozen my brain…

How does a Canadian prevent brain freeze in the winter?

 

Word of the Day – Toque

              /tōk/

Canadian definition: 

A close-fitting knitted hat, often with a tassel or pom-pom on the crown.

People also ask

How do you use it in a sentence?

I will use it in a sentence so that you can both remember what it is and how to pronounce it.

“It’s so cold outside, that I toque a wool cap and put it on my head.”

And, that my friend’s is also how a Canadian prevents brain freeze in the winter!

Stay warm!      

 

Thank-you for following, reading, sharing and commenting – The Trefoil Muse

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A pale dawn arises,

Snow falls,

Sullen shadows cascade across the land,

Images cold against glittering drifts,

A terrain flash-frozen,

No layers of warmth will cushion heartaches pain,

In winter,

When the wind bites,

Nostalgia quietly visits.

 

Thank-you for following, reading, sharing and commenting – The Trefoil Muse

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Beware,

When the veil thins,

On ‘All Hallows Eve,’

The Pumkin Patch comes alive!

Happy Halloween!

 

 

Thank-you for following, reading, sharing and commenting – The Trefoil Muse

 

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