These are a few of the happy chickens down the road who supply our eggs.
I’m having one of those ‘Rip Van Winkle’ moments because I just cannot fathom that I’m actually using the words, ‘mid-summer.’ Then I look at the calendar and remember that the temperatures have been above 90 for the past couple of weeks and our gardens do indeed, remind me that it really is mid-summer – there’s a bounty to be picked and enjoyed! We’ve put together a ‘mid-summer’ garden tour – so take a minute and walk with us – we’ll show you around!
Musical pairing – Meet Me in California by Plain White T’s
I’m baaaccckkkkk from a week in Santa Cruz with lots of crazy adventures like our forced march, hike through the Redwood forest (that’s us – the tiny group at the bottom left of that very big tree). The climb took 4 + hours to complete – 4 miles hiking up 500 feet and back down again. Believe me, there were times . . . oh who am I kidding . . . there were MANY, MANY times I wanted to quit but I persevered and made it . . . last into camp, but I was upright and no paramedics were called; a feat in-and-of-itself considering just how out of shape I am!
Musical pairing – Happy by Secrets In Stereo
Much needed rain is headed our way this weekend but I wanted to share a few of the pictures The Professor snapped as he walked around our gardens this evening. I’m thrilled we are documenting the process this year as it causes me to pause for a moment and just be.
Sometimes in the craziness of everyday life, it’s difficult to clear our minds and become aware of the living nature that continues to move forward with the subtle rhythm of the earth – even while we’re not watching.
Take a look outside, what do you see? Breathe.
I hope you enjoy the experience as much as I do.
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Musical pairing – Waitin’ on a Sunny Day by Bruce Springsteen
This is the time of year when I get antsy to get outside and dig in the dirt – and it’s been a particularly llllooonnngggg winter; in fact, I’d dare say it’s been quite the winter for lots of folks. But when I see my West Coast and Southern food bloggers waxing poetic about their strawberry shortcakes with Chantilly cream, fava bean salads, spring risottos with asparagus or rhubarb cakes, I must admit I get a wee bit jealous and begin plotting my exodus from the cold Midwest . . . and if my mother-in-law is reading this . . . I’m kidding . . . sort of . . .