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Sunday, July 19, 2015

Summer Garden

...an update...the summer garden.....


Harvesting the Potatoes


Corn and Asparagus Beans


The wheat has been harvested.


Sweet potato slips are planted.


Dragon's claw millet has been trampled by something!!


Amaranth in all its glory!!


Leucaena and Comfrey


Hideout for the Pink Flamingo


Happy Tomato Bed



Cow Peas, Okra, Eggplant, Trumpet Vine, Yarrow...and of course Cannas and Irises


Jerusalem Artichokes Going Berserk!!


Tomatoes, Okra, Eggplant, with some Cantaloupe for good measure....


Lovely Cranberry Hibiscus, more Tomatoes, the Fig and Loquat Trees


Blackberry bed...with Malabar Spinach and still some Buckwheat


Mint Bed little happy Nook


Wretched Bermuda Grass removed and a few potatoes harvested....just threw some harvested cannas in there to give them a chance to grow again...and hopefully to DIG up the gravel bed!!


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...mint bed...


Joya Santa, Horseradish Root, Ginger Root...and some cantaloupe for more good measure....


Butternut Squash...YAY!!



Sorghum growing strong...beds to be prepped for summer cover crop...


Sweet Potato Nursery Bed


Testing Un-trellised Tomatoes...


vs...Trellised Tomatoes...the Asparagus is OVERRUN with Bermuda Grass!!


Cool spot for an afternoon respite.


Peppers, Thai Basil, Runner Beans and Kiwi Vines



Pigeon peas are planted.


Flowers, Runner Beans, Grapes, Sunflowers...and of course Cannas!!




Tree Nursery


The Office!!

Wednesday, July 15, 2015

Perfect Relationship

Happy Birthday my sister!!

Wild Songs...I wish for you a life where your blood sings with the voice of an eager wild thing. With a voice that says I am here & in this short time, this is the song I sing because I can. 

“I’m telling him a story about Skagen. It’s in the north of the country where the two oceans meet. I went there once with my mother. She was sad because her boyfriend left, and I was sad because I had a fight with my best friend. So she brought me to the end of the beach and then she pointed to the right where the Baltic Sea is. It’s a very beautiful and very blue sea; the current travels west. Then she pointed to the left to the North Sea; also a very beautiful and blue sea, but the current travels east. Then she pointed to the middle and she said that that is the perfect relationship… You look to the left and you look to the right, and both seas are there. And they can meet in the middle, but they never lose themselves in each other. They are always themselves no matter what.”—  Effy, Copenhagen

...song of the day....The Shadow of Your Smile

New Day Beginning...It is not what you first think.  There is no effort of will no firm resolve in the face of this thing called living. There is only paying attention to each quiet morning.  While you hold your cup in the cool air & then that moment you choose to spread your love like a cloth upon the table & invite the whole day in again.

JK Rowling — "Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it."

Sunday, June 14, 2015

Earthship-Taos

After a nice walk to the Santa Fe Farmers' Market...and snack!!...next came a lovely Saturday drive to Taos to see the Earthships and of course we had to stop for a beer and food!!  GREAT scenery...rain storm rolling in over the mountains...cool breeze...can hardly get much better than that!!













Friday, June 12, 2015

Morning Walk Montage

...not REALLY a montage...I just like that word!!

Photos for your viewing pleasure....





















Monday, May 18, 2015

Homesteading

...just stumbled across this inspirational family of ladies in Tennessee...
Homestead Blessings

...and who wouldn't want to spend time at The Farm??  :-D

life cycle
This is a special bike that’s not very good at listening to excuses, so it takes you exactly where you really want to go & if you kick & scream it makes you pedal harder & go up steeper hills until you’re too out of breath to complain & after awhile, if you’re lucky, you start to see that it doesn’t really matter if you laugh or cry, because it just wants to ride like the wind.

words of comfort
There are days I drop words of comfort on myself like falling rain & remember it is enough to be taken care of by myself.

...song of the day...Raise 'em up


Thursday, April 16, 2015

Spring Garden 2015



Blackberries are flowering, potatoes are showing in the new bed, and the bees just LOVE the buckwheat flowers.


Irises are blooming everywhere.


The palm keeps growing...I wish it was a date palm!!


The kiwis and perennial runner beans will need some trellising.


Hoping the pruned fig and loquat trees will produce better this year. This is a "reclaimed" bed that used to be filled with weeds, cactus, some cannas and lots of wild sunflowers. 


The outdoor shower/laundry area.


Cover crops, spring wheat and potatoes loved the spring rains.


The herb/flower circle bed is temporarily covered in wild sunflowers!!...that will soon be remedied. 


Looking forward to a good harvest of onions.


Many compost piles are ready for sifting.

Your Sweet Arrival

It's Been a Long Time Coming....1977 performance...for you my birthday girl...your sweet arrival in my life was WONDERFUL!!

These are little packets of light & you need to plant them early in the year & remember to mark where they were because lots of times they look like weeds in the beginning & it's not until later that you see how beautiful they really are. Packets of Light

Mr. Morgan's Last Love:
-You know when you love something so much you start to hate it?
-Yes.
-Is that what happened to you and your books?
-I stopped looking at my books when I stopped loving life.
-Why did you stop loving life?
-Well, you don't love life itself. You love... places, animals, people, memories, food, literature, music. And sometimes you meet someone... who requires all the love you have to give. And if you lose that someone, you think everything else is gonna stop too. But everything else just keeps on going. Giraudoux said, you can miss a single being, even though you are surrounded by countless others. Those people are like extras. They cloud your vision. They are a meaningless crowd. They are an unwelcome distraction. So you seek oblivion in solitude. But solitude only makes you wither.