The Garden

Is there anything nicer than freshly turned soil in the spring?  The smell, the look, the feel.

Is there anything nicer than freshly turned soil in the spring? The smell, the look, the feel.

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Poor Woman’s Greenhouse!

Poor Woman's Greenhouse!  I found these doors on the side of the road next town over.  The sawhorses are of an unknown origin.  Last year I was eating kale and spinach out of this little greenhouse.  This week I shovelled it out in hopes that some green will be in the garden sooner than later.

I found these doors on the side of the road next town over. The sawhorses are of an unknown origin. Last year at this time,  I was eating kale and spinach out of this little greenhouse. This week I shovelled it out in hopes that some green will be in the garden sooner than later.

Another eighth of The Center Garden

The morning began with Odin making his escape into the pasture to be with Abba.  They have been separated for weeks as I've assumed Abba was pregnant: Odin, (ahem) didn't make the same assumption so 'visited' Abba today to make, you know, to make sure the 'job' was in fact done.  Add 'fix Odin's pen' to Kelly's to-do list.

The morning began with Odin making his escape into the pasture to be with Abba. They have been separated for weeks as I’ve assumed Abba was pregnant: Odin, (ahem) didn’t make the same assumption so ‘visited’ Abba today to make, you know, to make sure the ‘job’ was in fact done. Add ‘fix Odin’s pen’ to Kelly’s to-do list.

This morning I began construction (loosely speaking, verryyy loosely!) of another brick walk way and turned over another patch of grass.

This morning I began construction (loosely speaking, verryyy loosely!) of another brick walk walk and turned over another patch of grass.

My good friend Pecky helped me, standing close by to eat the tiny shiny beings I revealed.  Fortunately she wasn't in the mood for earth worms.

My good friend Pecky helped me, standing close by to eat the tiny shiny beings I revealed. Fortunately she wasn’t in the mood for earth worms.

She has something in her mouth here, just can't see it!  The Mean Barred Rock is The Mean Barred Rock because of the way she treats the other hens.  Pecky is Pecky because she loves to peck around for food.

She has something in her mouth here, just can’t see it! The Mean Barred Rock is The Mean Barred Rock because of the way she treats the other hens. Pecky is Pecky because she loves to peck around for food.