Daffodils: D is for Deer Proof
Deer proof is a designation that I usually find laughable. I suspect that given the chance, deer would dine on blue tarps and roof shingles. If these beasts...
Sticks and Stones Have Found a Home
Sticks and stones never looked so good.
Sticks and Stones may break my bones, and render my lawnmower useless. Not quite the child's rhyme, but...
Lewisia: My Favorite Martian Flower
I have a theory, that the fleshy-leaf, flower-flashing Lewisia (aka bitterroot) is not of this world. Horticulturalists will tell you the diminutive beauty was...
Peach Macaroon Crisp: Man Does Not Live by Pie Alone
Peach Macaroon Crisp begins with great peaches
As a man who is partial to pie, I must admit my eyes have been wandering lately, gazing at the crisps,...
Vashon Island: One Day I Drifted Ashore…
Discovering Vashon Island
Journeys rarely make sense and mine is no exception. Lucky for me, I drifted ashore on Vashon Island, a sweet spot moored in the middle...
Some Fine Seasonal Workers, Indeed
My old farmhouse has a history of housing seasonal workers, or so states a 1917 sale pamphlet, "Upstairs there are two large sleeping porches, suitable for...
If Winter Comes, Can Spring Be Far Behind?
I thought the last line in Shelley's Ode to the West Wind, a fitting title and tribute to the contrast in seasons as viewed from my back porch;...
I Planted a Tree for Someone’s Tomorrow
In the summer, I begin my morning with a walk about the property, coffee cup in hand, bulldog in tow, boots adrip with dew. Daylight does...
Moments for Pause
There are certain times in each year when a moment is marked, when a welcomed reminder of another time or season revisits you with an embrace of rediscovery, and you eagerly...
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Confession: I'm no neatnik. Oh, you guessed as much? Dang. I apparently posted one too many photographs exposing my penchant for clutter and collecting....
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With rear-wheel drive, snow is not our friend
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A Bird in the Hand
A little feather friend, catching his breath and soon to fly off
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I don't keep chickens, they keep me. My healthy flock of 15 hens, one rooster and a clutch of nestbox eggs keep me busy. I...
