Monthly Archives: April 2016

The Purple Flamingos are Here. Why Have a Bad Time?

The white wisteria are opening. It’s glorious to be alive. The bees are ecstatic. They live for the wisteria to bloom. If you want bees in your garden, plant wisteria. This morning I read a quote by George Weymouth, conservationist, … Continue reading

Posted in About My Chickens | Leave a comment

BFFs?

Seven year old Billy enjoys spring more than winter. An old rooster, sunshine and warmth suit him much more than cold, windy, rainy days. I may be one of the lucky few who have a mob of chickens racing over … Continue reading

Posted in About My Chickens | Leave a comment

The Taste of Good Earth

The shallot buds are plump for picking. This is what good earth tastes like, delicious plants springing out of the ground. Garlic shoots are ready for pulling too. They have been growing all winter and are thick and juicy, perfect … Continue reading

Posted in How Things Grow | Leave a comment

Lost and Found … The Treasures of Weeding

My garden has a sneaky way of absconding with my tools. A few days ago, while putting up a trellis for peas and beans, a bed of greens hid a pair of pliers so well, I haven’t found them yet. … Continue reading

Posted in Reflections | Leave a comment

All Is Well When …

All is well when potatoes are growing. Potatoes are among the most beautiful of vegetables. I’m surprised city parks don’t plant beds of potatoes. Not only would the plants grace the parks with beauty and flowers, at the end of … Continue reading

Posted in Reflections | Leave a comment

Don’t Forget to Smell the Lilacs

The summer-like weather has the lilacs in full bloom. It’s impossible not to smell them. The slightest breeze, and their heavenly scent floats inside. In a few weeks they will be gone until next year. Now is the time to … Continue reading

Posted in Happiness | Leave a comment

To the Dearest of Friends

Here lie the dearest of friends. We buried our dear BB along with the ashes of his brother, Echo, on Monday, by the garden gate, a place they often sat, waiting for us to return when we went away. The … Continue reading

Posted in Reflections | 6 Comments