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Not gonna eat a lot of peaches
I posted recently about our peach tree. It wasn’t producing much fruit –probably because it’s still young. But I was excited to see maybe 20 or so tiny, fuzzy peaches on it. (I said 10 peaches in that post, but it was more than that. Certainly not more than 20, though.) And then we had…
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Where the Cottonwood Blows
It’s that joyous time of year when downy cottonwood seeds float through the air. And then they land. And cover everything. We actually had big clumps of them all over the yard. They got in our clothes, our shoes, Blitz’s fur … Thankfully, I’m not seeing quite so many this week (she writes, as she…
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Ebb and Flow
I know I’ve been posting a lot about how grateful I am that we ended up here. This house on five acres is never the type of place I imagined we would be, but I know a peace and joy here that I haven’t known anywhere else. That said, it’s not always coming up roses.…
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Movin’ to the country, gonna eat a lot of peaches
Fun fact: One of my childhood nicknames was Peaches. Though I honestly don’t know why. OK, so this peach tree is actually pretty small, and I don’t think 10 peaches are even developing on it at the moment. But I’m delighted to see that I will have peaches this year, provided nothing happens to them…
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Spring at the Farm
I love experiencing our first spring here. The yard seems to always be muddy and the weeds are out of control, but I love witnessing the changes in our woods, our pond, our trees … Living here is hard work, but I have no regrets. It’s rewarding, tremendously peaceful, and quiet. Right now, I’m focusing…
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April showers bring …
Well, May flowers, yes. But also flooding. The biggest downside to moving here so far is just how much the yard floods. And we’ve had A LOT of rain since we moved here. I have had to be more accepting of mud getting all over everything, especially Blitz. That dog loves to be out in…
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Spring marches in
Well, it’s more of a tip-toe, really. But the days have been warming up, and I can definitely see the shift in the seasons. The fun part has now begun where I get to see what pops up in the garden beds. Yesterday, I also noticed hyacinths starting to emerge from the dirt. Two of…
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Dreaming of Spring
“February” by Jane Goodwin Austin I thought the world was cold in death; The flowers, the birds, all life was gone, For January’s bitter breath Had slain the bloom and hushed the song. And still the earth is cold and white, And mead and forest yet are bare; But there’s a something in the light…
Karyn Johnson 