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Dandelion Sunrise

Kim of Red Dirt Farm and Studio


A new day.

New Beginnings.

My favorite time of the day.

The shadows are long and dew drops glisten in the grass.

Blowing on Dandelions and making wishes, all things seem possible at this hour.


































I let the chickens out of the run and they scatter in every direction, always in a hurry to get somewhere other than where they are.  Boo walks the property with me, surveying the progress of the flower seeds.  We head out to fill the farm stand and freshen things up.

All the while I listen to chicken chatter and rooster calls.  Papaya honks and screams at every little sound.


What’s bluer than a spring sky or greener than the first shoots and buds, new leaves fluttering in a breeze and oh spring grass in all it’s glory.  If we could just take that moment and hold on to it.

Birds are singing and butterflies are fluttering.  The hummingbirds are humming and bees buzzing.

  Mosquitos are biting.

There is a thick yellow layer of pollen on everything.  EVERYTHING.  Oh, the sneezing.


Leftovers turned into soup.

Sweet potato corn chowder with roasted shrimp.  Green onion and bacon crumbles.

 Did you know that if you have an onion that has sprouted you can trim those sprouts and use them in place of green onions or chives?  Totally.

Scrambled eggs in the morning, enough for me and to share with the critters.

So much happening around the farm these days.  Never ending farm chores.  There is garden work and grass mowing, laundry to be done and meals to prepare.

Daily life, a blessing really.

This weekend we put in a variety of tomatoes and peppers and several mounds of squash seeds.  Volunteer pumpkins and gourds are sprouting everywhere.

Much to my surprise, some of the flower seeds survived the gully washer we had a few weeks back.  Sunflower dreams.

  Some creature dug up several of my gladiolus bulbs and ate them – never eating a whole bulb – just part and then moving on and doing the same to another and then another.

  I’m having Caddy Shack thoughts.

A mess of greens are simmering on the stove for tonight’s meal.


The vets have kindly and gently told us we need to think about letting go.  I don’t want to make this decision.  I don’t want to be a responsible adult.  I’m selfish, I feel too much pain thinking about letting go.  It’s agony.

  Mr. Bones – Buddyru has been a part of our family for about 15 years.  Not ready yet.


Broody chickens everywhere.   5 girls currently sitting a few more thinking about it.

Oh, and remember Broody Phyllis who hatched one chick that died and then she gave up on the other eggs?  Well, she has gone broody again and has a stash of eggs in the same tree stump as she chose last time.  Sigh.

Shirley hatched four eggs on Wednesday.  Little Friend, hatched one on Friday and took her chick and joined Shirley.  They are co-parenting the five chicks and they are beyond adorable. They took the wee ones for their first outing on Saturday, a walk along the back pond.   All is good.





New mom’s – Little Friend on the left and Shirley on the right with their chicks.










That’s all for today.




15 thoughts on “Dandelion Sunrise

  1. Mara's Little Bakery says:

    Wonderful animals and beautiful nature! 🙂

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    1. Thank you! Your profile picture looks yummy, I’ll take a slice. Your blog recipes make me hungry.

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  2. rebecca j magee says:

    Your writing and photographs warm my heart. And you bring Gramom back to me. Thank you.

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    1. Sweet sweet cousin,such kindness. Thoughts of Gramom make my eyes well up. I have some of her peonies that are soon to bloom, looks like this will be their year to really shine. Thanks for sharing your thoughts. Love to your family. Xo kim


  3. D.A. Squires says:

    I so wish I could smell the lilacs… such a treat to scroll through and linger over your beautiful photos…Papaya is magnificent…and I am crazy for your chickens and chicks… and thinking of you, knowing how utterly heart wrenching it is to say good-bye. xo

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    1. Hi D.A. – If I could bottle that scent I’d send it to you. It is lovely and a bit overpowering too. Although sadly the blooms were somewhat lackluster this year, some is better than none. I love my little farm family – even Papaya who is a pain in the you know what. Not ready to say good-bye, hoping I’ll have the wisdom to know when. xo kim


  4. lindasschaub says:

    Kim – I always scroll through the pics twice, then read the narrative … your pictures just tell people what a joy it is to live in a rural area and enjoy the fruits of your labors (even if they seem like a gigantic pain sometimes). The pictures of Spring fill us with hope – our dandelions just sprouted almost overnight – a carpet of yellow dandelions and it will be a while til they go to seed like yours and my lilacs and everyone else’s will be weeks ago, no buds yet. Everything is still in slo-mo, but the leaves came out on the trees today. Is that Flopsy tipping the teacup sideways to get seeds? Last time she had her head inside the teacup part – guessing that is a Flopsy trick. Sorry to hear about your hen issues and the sight of those little chicks parading around makes your heart sing and forget about the poultry problems for a short while. I am sorry to hear about your dog as well. Another blogger I follow just wrote of losing her dog Stanley after 15 years and similarly was advised by the vet that it would be the kind thing to do. But it is so difficult. It’s been years since I had a dog and my most-recent heartbreak was losing my bird Buddy in December 2016. He had a stroke and I had him euthanized. It broke my heart because he was a companion pet … I have no family and I work from home, so he was my only family and my companion in the kitchen while I work here at the kitchen table. My heart still breaks when I think of him … no more pets for me, too sad. It is not fun to “adult” sometimes.

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    1. Linda – I felt like it was in slow motion here too, getting spring to finally arrive – and stay.

      Yes, that Flopsy is a problem child. She broke the glue on the teacup and now it is sideways – no more seed in it until I fix it. I keep putting all the bird feeders higher and higher so she won’t get at them, nothing NOTHING deters her.

      Aww poor Buddy – so how do we know a bird has had a stroke? My heart breaks for your loss. Maybe, even though you say no – there will be another special pet in your life. Although all those critters at the park are so lucky to have you and they must surely feel little familyish to you.

      Yep,I’m no good at adulting.
      xo kim

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      1. lindasschaub says:

        Kim – Our Spring is just nothing to write home about this year. We are having wave after wave of rain and storms. Have another day like that this afternoon and overnight; at least I got in a walk this morning. Your lilacs are probably already done for the season – I have green leaves finally, but not a single bud on either tree.

        Flopsy is rambunctious 🙂 but a keeper!

        I would not have know that birds could be susceptible to strokes either. I know larger animals could, but not bird. I am going to send you this link to show you how Buddy looked as he was not your usual canary … a moptop canary, named for the feathers that looked like one of the Beatles. On the day before he died, he started having some mobility issues and putting his head against the bars, resting it and sleeping. We used to share a bagel every day and that made me wonder if something was wrong. I would toast the bagel, jam his piece in between the cage bars and shield my hand over it, so it cooled before he could get at it. He usually attacked it with a vengeance, but this time he had no interest, and struggled when trying to go over to that part of his cage. I had decided I would take him to the vet the next day if he was not better. It was December and cold, and I didn’t like taking him out in the cold. When I covered his cage to put him to bed, he went down on the floor in a corner – never good for birds to stay on the floor. I was scared to uncover him the next morning, and when I got him up, he could not even hop to the bottom perch and I called the vet to find out what was wrong. I could not bear to look at him, as he was helpless. They said it was a stroke and not unusual. My neighbor/friend took me as I was too upset and decided no more pets – too heartbreaking.

        I do like the squirrels in the Park and they are almost like having pets as they are friendly and run up to me or walk behind, but to tell you the truth, I fret about them trying to follow me and running out into the street after I leave to walk home. Just a sucker for animals. 🙂


  5. tonytomeo says:

    dogwoods and lilacs. How excellent. Our dogwoods are finishing. The fallen bracts are scattered about. Those that fall onto pavement seem to last for days. We do not have many lilacs about, and none as happy as they are in cooler climates. We do happen to have black locusts and mock oranges, which I always think of as flowers from the East, even though the mock orange is native to the north. The soil is dark and rich. There is no red to it here.

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    OMG!!! Snake or hawk food. Hope not,


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  7. Annie says:

    All this sounds dream-like…except for the mosquitoes and chores… but I’d like to sit in that solitary chair in the field surrounded by the foraging chickens, listening to them cluck and coo. I wouldn’t mind a cup of that soup either.

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  8. says:

    You are such a romantic writer.

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  9. Judy says:

    I love your blog and wish you well


  10. Mrs. N in Japan says:

    I’ve been really behind on blog reading. I’m sorry. Thank you for this post, I really enjoyed it. Xo


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