It wasn't that long ago when I bet you were saying to yourself, "When is she going to stop with all the Antarctica posts already?" And there was a time where this blog talked endlessly about house projects. And then bread. And then goats. And now I subject you to endless photos and updates about… Continue reading Friday hive mind
http://youtu.be/h9nE2spOw_o ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This photo and post are in response to this week's theme for the 52 Photos Project. You can see a gallery of everyone's photos for this week's theme here. To see a list of all my blog posts for this project, go here.
Dear Diary, I was on my way from the computer to the poetry shelf to look up a Jane Kenyon poem (because today's her birthday and we need to celebrate with some poems) and, by the time I got to the threshold of the next room, I'd forgotten why I was going. I remembered on… Continue reading Friday diary
Nest I walked out, and the nest was already there by the step. Woven basket of a saint sent back to life as a bird who proceeded to make a mess of things. Wind right through it, and any eggs long vanished. But in my hand it was intricate pleasure, even the thorny reeds softened… Continue reading 52 Photos ~ Criss Cross
To approach the beehive, beekeepers light a smoker. A bee smoker is a little lidded can with a built-in bellows. You start with a piece of crumpled newspaper, light it, and drop it to the bottom of the smoker, then use the bellows to puff puff puff until you get some good licking flames, and… Continue reading 52 Photos ~ Fire
Today they turn one. It's nothing like the bittersweet when you watch your friend's children, or your own children, grow beyond your hold. They're just goats, after all. Even still. How could they have gone from this to this in just 12 months? They did it so incrementally that we barely registered the changes, the… Continue reading Next thing, they’ll be studying for their learner’s permits
Pure silliness. Egged on by the promise of a plan-free weekend with clear weather, we started a mental to-do list on Saturday morning, once again blind to the difference between the time it takes to say a task and the time it takes to do it. No matter. It's a spring weekend. We're beguiled by… Continue reading Nothing but time