Seeing what I see
Beautiful morning after a rainy night. Chilly outside early. Everything was sparkling with raindrops. Today picking raspberries in the fruit yard, I was thinking about what I see there. Sam usually picks raspberries, but...
Beautiful morning after a rainy night. Chilly outside early. Everything was sparkling with raindrops. Today picking raspberries in the fruit yard, I was thinking about what I see there. Sam usually picks raspberries, but...
We transplanted this gooseberry from the back corner of the fruit yard to the orchard. It was neglected back there and getting choked by weeds. The owners before us planted it. I knew nothing...
We are picking some blueberries every day. And there are always more out there. An abundance of blue. I’m encountering so many orb weavers. I remember seeing one or two large ones every summer,...
I’m going to a family party later today. I decided to bring fava bean pesto. This is a major process with many steps. I made a photo essay. Note: about the shift. For the...
I’ve been neglecting the garden. All the rain – I convince myself I don’t need to water, and thus don’t need to do anything. But – the weeds! And the climbing things like cucumbers...
I know a lot of my neighbors. Not all of them, but many more than I knew where I lived in Connecticut. Some of them are “summer people” – don’t live here year round....
Family visited. There were three very busy days and evenings, with lots of socializing. Now I’m ready for some quiet time. The soft fog and overcast sky are collaborating with me in slowing everything...