They bray when hungry
Really like scratches on ears
Herd of three donkeys.

They bray when hungry
Really like scratches on ears
Herd of three donkeys.


A bird on his perch
Beckons spring and a new nest
He just needs a mate.

Add pink to a bloom
And suddenly spring arrives
With purple in tow.

In all this down pour
The clover is growing green
And bunnies galore.

A day starts with news
My Finn’s eye is swollen shut
Nine hour farm time.
He looks better after several treatments.

This here is Misha
A golden princess kitten
Full of wild mischief.

Wonky walls, garden
Lots of windows for sunlight
An inviting path
What would we find in this sweet cottage? Tea for sure, and a view of the garden.

All the oxygen
Has been sucked out of the room
Roots down, bloom anew.
It’s a fight to bloom true in a garden, and in life. People judge you without knowing the real you. The key to me is to keep searching for daily joy. So, the morning wasn’t so good, can you take a walk to look for wildflowers?

It’s time to eclose
Into big world, dry your wings
And now off you go!
One of my black swallowtail butterflies eclosed this morning. It’s a female!
I let her go close to some Carolina Jessamine for nectar.
What a beauty!

