|early May strawberries!|
it's been a while...... lately I've felt that this space is really just a little journal of sorts for me- a place to keep track of the garden, funny things she says and does, our general goings-on. do people even read other people's blogs anymore? I mean, I know the answer is yes - at least to a degree. still not a smartphone owner, I'm not on instagram, where I understand there's a lot of community and action going on. sometimes I feel pulled in that direction, wanting to check in with folks and stay connected, but mostly I enjoy the un-connectedness that my old LG cosmos affords me. we shall see.
so, as a way to keep track of our garden, my girl, our general goings-on...... here's the latest camera dump, a somewhat accurate and balanced glimpse at what the last couple weeks has been like around here. (oak pollen-covered front porch, huge laundry piles, and piles of cat puke under the bed not pictured)
|love, love, love the 4x4 prints from artifact uprising. love.|
|sauteed ramps are a good topping for anything|
|cleaning up the hive boxes in preparation for the new bees!|
|a little treat that was left behind- pulled from an old frame during the cleanup and quickly enjoyed|
|a little color added to one of the hives - indigo with white accents, to balance out the white with indigo|
|yours truly, finishing the installation. SO good to have these little creatures back- I really missed them last year!|
|she isn't so sure that french breakfast radishes belong in the 'breakfast foods' category, but she loves to pick and wash and nibble on them.|
|we picked our first peas yesterday (May 4th)- sooner, I think, than we ever have before!|
|planning to get these babies in the ground this weekend!|
|the spinach is doing great, we picked a colander full and enjoyed it with our pasta last night with loads of last year's garlic, which is still hanging in there surprisingly well!|
he mowed the grass yesterday. first, he picked all of the fleabane in the yard and brought it in, thinking (correctly) that his girls would enjoy it. sweet man. I don't know what I enjoyed more- the act itself, the flowers on the windowsill, or watching the morning light dance across the blooms this morning.