Sweet scent of surrender suggests itself in royal blue.
Sage crepuscule speaks to me of you.
I love white flower petals in my kitchen garden
and the perennials that greet me in the spring time
and the busy bees pollinating the blueberries
and my cat that follows me around like a dog
and most of all my husband who gets down with the dirt and puts the green stuff on the table…
with flower petal snow…
When we moved here almost six years ago, the field in front of my kitchen window was an empty field. Now we have a baby fruit orchard and all the variety of trees are beginning to bloom. From here on in it will be a competition between the insects, the birds, the squirrels and us for the fruit. Continue reading The View from my Kitchen Window
I’m the keeper of the herbs around here, a not so difficult task, since many of them are perennials. Harder is to keep my cats from digging up the precious asparagus rooting underground over the winter. My solution, scraps of lattice.
The most telling sign of things to come is a tilled field, cleared of weeds and covered with lime powder. Let there be corn and zucchini and tomatoes and cabbage and all kinds of greens.
But everywhere are signs, not so obvious as the blooming hyacinth and tulip bulbs of spring, like the buds on our young fruit trees.
My kitchen garden looks bare but beautiful too, inviting me to visit with gnomes and angels and Buddha and nurture the bounty to come.