A few pics from my photo journal.
A few pics from my photo journal.
Good Sunday Morning. I am treating myself to a slow quiet morning. What are you up to? I had left-over homemade pizza for breakfast. It was delightful. Fresh basil from the garden, which will soon be just a memory. Though I have attempted to hold on for a bit, by transplanting the basil to a …
Gardening. Spring.
Wordless Wednesday. A beautiful foggy morning.
A cold dark foreboding mist is covering the farm, perhaps evocative of what so many are feeling these days. I screamed a primal sound that a mother makes when her baby is in the snatches of a dragon. I ran with fear in my heart towards the sound of terror coming from Snowball.
Farmers have been gardening by moon phases dating back to ancient times. I too follow this practice. For me, it makes me feel more connected to the earth and the rhythms of nature. The 23rd was a new moon, perfect for planting seeds.
What a week – you too? Highs and lows and I’m not just talking about the weather. This week in our neck of the woods we had an earthquake, flooding rains, high winds, gloriously warm temperatures followed by plummeting temperatures.
I had this dream last night, I was traveling around the world seeing beautiful amazing places. I was quite moved by everything I was experiencing and wanted to take photos, I kept pressing the button but my camera wouldn’t respond.
We stood still – eyes locked, playing the game of who will blink first. The bear and I. I was closing up the chicken coops the other night when I looked up and there she was – Mrs. Bear in all her growly big self. I can tell you, I blinked first. I wanted to …
