Farm

  • Spring Leaf

    The apricot trees blossomed early this spring.  Though they are the first bloomers of all our fruit trees, the buds arrived a little earlier than normal.  If our luck held, they survived the early spring 27-degree frosts.  Yet we had a good number… Continue reading

    Spring Leaf

  • Grassing

    I like grass.  Whether in the pasture or the hay field, grass does not try to be more than their natural self.  Walk a field and I feel their rootedness and love of sun.  Whether ryegrass, wheatgrass, orchard grass, or tall fescue, I… Continue reading

    Grassing

  • Posted

    While walking the drive,A young eagle perched, upon a wood fence post.We neared, they flapped, only to land on the next post.Again and once again, post to post,Until the fenceline ended. Continue reading

    Posted

  • The Unveiling

    Pasture grass glistened from last night’s rain.  As she circled, her amnionic sac protruded, then vanished.  She laid back down.  Head up, she chewed cud and rested.  Overhead clouds broke.  Angled light shafts scattered across the valley. Standing again she walked a few feet, looked… Continue reading

    The Unveiling