I spotted a couple of women walking their donkeys on one of my walks this week. Could this be the most California thing ever?
My sunflowers looked basically done, so I decided to harvest 5 of the 7 flowers this morning. I may have been a bit hasty.
Happy 4th of July!
When I planted this sunflower I had no idea it would end up growing to be this tall.
Somebody’s been eating my lettuce and it wasn’t me. Whodunnit? It probably wasn’t the Lesser Goldfinch or the gopher, and if it was the rabbit, he didn’t act alone. Which brings us to the squirrel.
Somebody’s been eating my lettuce and it wasn’t me. Whodunnit? If the goldfinch and the gopher didn’t do it, was it the rabbit?
Somebody’s been eating my lettuce and it wasn’t me. Whodunnit? If wasn’t the Lesser Goldfinch, was it the gopher?
Somebody’s been eating my lettuce and it wasn’t me. Whodunnit? Was it the squirrel on the fence, the goldfinch on the sunflower plant, the gopher in his burrow, or the rabbit on the back deck?
Recently I’ve realized that the only thing worse for my mental health than Political Twitter is Coronavirus Twitter. To cheer myself up, I’ve started reading post-apocalyptic dystopian novels. I haven’t read that many yet, but I have read enough to notice that the just-in-time food supply rarely survives the first few chapters. That made me wonder… what if my best strategy for surviving an apocalypse is not merely to stockpile food, but to learn how to grow it?
While watching the election returns out of Kentucky this past week, I found myself wondering what the public art looked like over there. Turns out, Frankfort, Kentucky boasts one of the world’s most interesting and kid-friendly open-air sculpture gardens.