The blueberries are already budding, and the Winter Wonder, Camelia is about to bloom.​ #homestead #mulch #winter

The blueberries are already budding, and the Winter Wonder, Camelia is about to bloom.​ #homestead #mulch #winter

While stepping on carefully placed stones on an errand in the garden of my hours, my eyes scour either side of the path

While stepping on carefully placed stones on an errand in the garden of my hours, my eyes scour either side of the path

It would be nice if I could smile sweetly, or tilt to one hip, or whisper promises to this pile of dirt to get itself in the bed of the garden cart, and then remove itself again onto my strawberry bed...

Strawberry Fields Forever

But the strawberry plants were busy. They were sending out runners in every direction. The thyme had run amok as well, covering many of the strawberries. So last week, at the end of September, I had a mass of strawberry plants tangled up with thyme and no room in between to tend to them. I set about creating rows again by following my feet.

Strawberry Fields Forever

But the strawberry plants were busy. They were sending out runners in every direction. The thyme had run amok as well, covering many of the strawberries. So last week, at the end of September, I had a mass of strawberry plants tangled up with thyme and no room in between to tend to them. I set about creating rows again by following my feet.

So here I am on Thursday evening resolving again not to take my hands for granted anymore. They have served me faithfully my whole life and they deserve my respect and attention.

Berries Forever

I once read a description of the landscape before New York City was an idea. I don't remember the source or the author, but have always remembered the description of strawberry fields. The author claimed that Manhattan could have been described as strawberry fields forever. That sounds like paradise to me. Maybe I would move... Continue Reading →

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