Wednesday, May 01, 2013
Flowers to please the eye, and a garden full of food for nourishment. Today I spent some time in the garden, early in the morning, dew still heavy on the ground. Birds singing, a gentle breeze blowing. Muddy bare feet, dirty hands...pulling weeds and then harvesting snow peas, Chinese radish, collard greens, what is probably the last of the asparagus, and some shallots. A perfect morning. Emery has a day off, so he worked on finishing up the screening in of the east porch. Edgar and Allen my adopted crows, came in for a bite to eat and chatter at me. Mockingbird in tow, picking on them, pecking them at every chance. There are bullies in the bird world it seems. I get to watch, looking up from my garden, thankful that I have time to watch and thankful that I am not Edgar or Allen on this fine morning.
at May 01, 2013
It is a silent sort of morning, sitting next to the wood stove in my rocker, watching the birds outside my windo...