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Lost and Found Old Garden Rose

This time of year, my morning ritual usually includes several cups of coffee, the reliable warmth of Buddy (my bulldog) laying at or on...

Spring Is a Generous Caller

What's grand and glorious about the Pacific Northwest could not happen without the presence of rain, lots of rain—rain that sneaks in on a...

Bulldog Confidential: A Buddy Tell-All

The title Bulldog Confidential may be misleading, because nothing about my bulldog Buddy is hush-hush. He is a larger than life presence who lives...

It’s Been Awhile…

Quiet Days on the Farm I started writing my blog about ten years ago at the prodding of my former boss and current friend, Nicholas....

Sam and Dom Sittin’ in a Tree…

The day I met Sam and Dom, I was incurably smitten. Call it a twinkle or spark with a bit of fairy dust and...

Buddy: Bonvivant and Bulldog About Town

I don't hide my love of bulldogs. I gush, dote, kowtow, and cater to the charismatic clowns and heart melters wherever and whenever they...

A Century Ago, My Farm Was for Sale

When My Farm Was for Sale... My farm house was built in 1888, when Washington was a territory and a year away from statehood. Just five...

Bachelor’s Jam: More About the Bachelor, Less About the Jam

Growing up in the South, I harbor many colorful recollections, though sometimes I fear my imagination may have muddied the archival waters and created my own...
Greenhouse grown beauties: dahlias, zinnias, and giant marigolds

My Greenhouse as Concert Hall

Not much to report on the farm this morning. The fall breeze is wending its way through every leaf and fern frond. Buddy paces...
basket of peaches

Tall Clover Farm Photos du Jour

I am basically a crow with a camera. My photography isn't planned or staged, unless it's instructional or to provide an example, but for...