|am I really the only woman in the county who washes her chicken house windows???|
|is he really having the time of his life?|
|lots of time yet to grow a delicious garden despite the late start|
|the pond garden is taking shape|
Yesterday together we put up our first pickles of the season.
|spinach, lettuce, arugula, kale, beet greens, basil, chives, parsley and radishes just gathered|
We try to notice those creatures who share this incredible ridge meadow farm.
As I type this Jerome is playing the organ and not on his knees pulling out weeds and invasive grasses. I feel the radiant buoyancy of grace.