Our Gardens
Sue and I have shoveled and dumped so many, many, many yards of compost, loam and mulch wheelbarrow by wheelbarrow around the whole place. Plant material has been studied, considered, purchased, grown, thrived, died, multiplied. Rocks have been moved, beds redesigned and purpose reconsidered. Moving, dividing, pitching. Compost piles moved, reshaped and enjoyed by chickens (we love our chickens) and who knows what else.
We are both partial to early spring. The joy and thrill of watching those little green heads peeking up again. Loving the randomness of seeds finding new homes and thriving. Daffies, allium, tulips, hellebore...
Chicken coops have been rigged up, moved, painted, upgraded, secured. Chickens have come and gone but continue to do their lovely chicken thing, anxiously awaiting crunchies in the morning and laying beautiful eggs throughout the day.
We have benches all over the place but rarely sit down. Our pond is probably one of the few places that we actually stop for a cup of tea and relax. It has been a great pleasure watching the pond life develop...life cycles of frogs, fish, dragonflies, plants.
The dolls are always patiently keeping watch over things.
We continue to be grateful, dreaming, growing.