Red Dirt Farm and Studio

Sunrise.

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

That’s all for today.