June Light

169 :: Bird Head

151 :: Chick Nursery

168 :: O Dandelion

164 :: Rhubarb

Even in the fullness of these days,
especially in the fullness of these days,
I seek out my desk.

167 :: June Desk

I seek out my desk and
I slip away to catch the light.

166 :: Conversation

I turn around and find it, everywhere.
Even when the day is overcast,
the clouds are heavy,

161 :: Spirea

my pants soaked from the long grasses,
my boots like puddles inside –

light like an abundant secret
in June.

162 :: Beginnings

Magic

148 :: Bird

“In some ways poetry is most akin to magic. Every poem is a sort of spell.”

– A New Treasury of Poetry, Compiled by Neil Philip

Holding a tiny fluffy life in your very own hands is a sort of poem too, don’t you think?

January Morning

20 :: Into the Day

Oh, this morning. Breathtaking over the lake. The light. The way the clouds move. Misty blowing snow.

And look at her, taking him out early to let out the chickens, while I am still upstairs, just getting out of bed.

22 :: Feeding the Birds

Welcome Back to the Jungle

159 :: The "Lawn"

This is what the “lawn” looks like after six weeks away.

165 :: Garden Jungle

And the garden is a jungle. But at least there is kale growing in the jungle. And lots of garlic. Oh, and volunteer plants I would have weeded out weeks ago. How I love the volunteers. And so they get to stay. Nasturtiums in the garlic beds. Cosmos in the onions. Calendula everywhere. Hundreds of borage plants for the bees.

160 :: Chef

166 :: Minty

The garden is wild. The children have not brushed their hair in days. The puppy is happy.

162 :: Theo Boy

The chickens are settling back in.

161 :: Bird

And sometimes Amabel and I spend the morning collecting beautiful bits of plants and arranging them just so, creating this lovely, yet rather pointless assortment . . . instead of weeding, but . . . it’s lovely here, in the jungle, isn’t it?

165 :: Making Order

Happy Hennies

153 :: Chicken Boy

The ladies had such freedom in the Gousty woods. Coming and going as they pleased. Scratching and pecking for bugs in the mulch. Visiting us on the porch steps at lunchtime. Following Susie like loyal puppies, eager for compost.

152 :: Chicken Steps

It was a good life you had there in the lovely forest land, ladies.

141 :: Hammock

149 :: Henny

Gousty in the Mist

137 :: Misty Gousty

Misty Gousty walks with James and Maia. Watching all the little leaves unfurl. Hens exploring the forest. Wallace maintaining order with a long metal rod. (Where did that come from?) Greenhouse full of baby plants. Rock wall sprouting lilies of the valley. Oh, spring. I love you.

137 :: Chicken Escape

137 :: Opening Scene