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
Soft music, the gentle kind of music that makes you feel content with life... the view from the window as I sit and spin at the wheel makes ...