Monday, August 24, 2015

joy list monday

Such full days here in the waning month of August. So much reason for gratitude.
Simple joys...
Garden bounty to enjoy today and enough to put by for later.




Taking time for a day's outing: acres and acres of antique machinery of all sorts.



Being able to step outside the door and snip tiny bouquets any time the spirit moves.





Tucking all the chicks in for the night knowing they'll sleep safely.
Here's Rosie, mama hen, about to step into the senior bungalow, always the last to bed.


Calling on neighbors in time of need and being there for them when they need you.

A clean, comfortable bed at the end of a long day, shared with the partner of a lifetime.
Enjoy the week ahead. Be well.

Monday, August 10, 2015

joy list monday

much needed rain during the wee hours
goldenrod opening in the meadow
butterflies everywhere



early attempts at crowing coming from the newbies just about dawn
summer escape: rereading a well loved mystery series, now in book 20
campfire at the pond as the sun sets

Happy new week to each of you.

Friday, July 31, 2015

Friday photo




Many years ago I saw this flower for the first time in a display garden at Old World Wisconsin. For me it was love at first sight. I asked the staff member working in that garden if she could identify it for me. She could not. Fortunately, on that same visit to Wisconsin we spent time walking at Boerner Botanical Gardens   and it was growing there with a lovely identification tag.



Since then I have always had it in my garden. Asclepias tuberosa or butterfly weed is a North American native. Once established it is late in breaking ground in the spring. It does not like to be transplanted. But it grows easily from seed and the second year and each year after it becomes more vigorous, though not invasive. It lives up to its name, attracting butterflies and hummingbirds as well and even stands up well in a vase.

Thursday, July 30, 2015

the sun sets for Phoebie

Drawn together from the earliest days



this sweet soul passed all too quickly through my life.




thank you, dear one. Rest easy now.


Monday, July 27, 2015

listing joys the last Monday of July

a rooster crowing to begin the day
just picked blueberries, dew still clinging, in pancakes for breakfast
lilies sending their heady perfume through the wide open windows
a rare night of uninterrupted sleep
a goldfinch at the window thanking me for water at the feeder

sending each of you a wish for a good week.

Friday, July 24, 2015

Friday photos

It's raining, a soft, steady, soaking rain. A good day to look over the iPhoto library. To sit down and remind myself of all the marvelous moments that make up my life here. To remind myself of the ways we are influencing the land here and the influence these few acres have on me.



Not yet part of our property, this narrow strip of land along our eastern border looked like this when we closed here on August 13th, 2010.  The old dairy barn, its silo, and all of the scrap lying in the weeds were just outside of our property line.
Before the corn was harvested at the end of that summer, a friend of the land owner had been given permission to go into the old barn and remove beams for a building project he had in mind.  He left that old dairy barn in ruins and Mother Nature's flora and fauna moved in.


Because it was a tiny piece of many many acres of land rented out, the ruin and its dangers meant nothing to anyone but us. I was here alone most of the time often worried what would come out of the wreck in the evenings to threaten me or my chickens.
With the help of our realtor we explained our reasons for wanting to buy this nearly one acre, which was all they'd consider "letting" us purchase. We also agreed to take on all the expenses in removing the wreckage. And in having a survey done to determine exactly where our lot lines ran. In May of 2013 we became the new owners.
First, all salvageable metals were removed and carted to the scrap yard. We offered the proceeds from the scrap metal to our Amish friends if they would be willing to clear it out and haul it.
Jerome rescued some ancient railroad ties that were buried along the edge of the property and spent hours removing shrubs, tall weeds, bits of metal and wire. whatever would make the barn's removal difficult or dangerous. Hours and hours he labored.
Next, the waist high weeds, grape vine, grasses etc. in front of the barn and to the road were brush hogged by our good friend and neighbor. During this process, to my delight, a lovely cranberry viburnum was freed from a stranglehold of wild grapevine.
An enormous hole was dug and everything went into the hole except for the silo.





We had truckloads of topsoil delivered and it was spread about.




We let the land settle over that winter and in spring of 2014 put up the pole barn and added yet more top soil. It was seeded then. This spring we added more soil, adjusted it for run off, and reseeded once more.
In April we put in the row of 30 baby pines. Later we planted the crab apple and Autumn Blaze maple. The Indian Summer rudbeckias were left from last season and Jerome has worked hard to allow them to shine on the slope behind his pole barn.
This is how it looks here this morning.







I do get impatient. I do feel blue sometimes. But the truth is,  we are making progress, and every day is precious and full of grace.

Thursday, July 23, 2015

letting go



Six weeks old and ready to face the big wide world.
We were all there to encourage them… Jerome, Phil, Anne, Matthias and me.
The morning was idyllic, sunny, soft breeze, low 70s at 8 am.
After three weeks of being enclosed in the big house we were sure they'd come bounding out to explore.



And then the surprise… they were more timid than we anticipated. By late in the day all had at least tried the out of doors but the most intrepid was the tiniest chick of all. The only one I've named and who I keep company with parts of every day, Punkin. She was the last to go in at dusk yesterday and had explored farther into the yard than any other bird. She reminds me so of Rosie, our senior Buff Orpington who is always the last to go in at night and takes her job as mother hen very seriously.
Just sitting and observing frequently during the day is a deep joy.
If you have even the tiniest notion you'd like chicks of your own I say "Do it!"