The mourning doves sit on the powerline. They wait for me to vamoose. They think I don’t know that everytime I leave the garden, the wild creatures come to feast. The neat pile of chicken scratch, hidden under the back apple tree, doesn’t give them a clue. Nor do the secret water puddles, where they… Continue reading It Happens
Muffins are the perfect pick-me-up for elevenses, after the yard chores are completed and it’s too early for lunch. Once the chickens are fed, and the garden has water, so nothing dies of winter kill, I like a little snack while I get started on indoor chores. Here is the beautiful Yellow Delicious apple tree… Continue reading Fresh Apple Muffins
“Are you watering weeds?” he asked The neighbor who’s yard is bare of much green. I smiled and answered, “yes, and the flowers.” He didn’t say anything, but walked away with a smirk. Flower’s roots and seeds wake from their winter sleep, slowly they stretch up toward the sky. They aren’t always apparent, unless you… Continue reading Watering Weeds
~Loren and Maggie by the ‘bigger’ potato bed behind the garage~ I started growing potatoes when my children were small. It was out of my deep admiration, even hero worship, for my Grandmother, who was (and is ever) my dearest beloved grown-up. I wanted to be just like her. Grandma told me she grew… Continue reading Potatoes
Morning sun shines on the sweet Earth, slanted light casts long shadows on the path to the garden. The waning moon is high in the blue sky. My confidence increases as we pass the rocks and bushes the hose usually grabs. Water flows smoothly to the soil. By chance, a hummingbird flits overhead,… Continue reading The Hose
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