nature’s diary

Whenever I wander through the garden with my camera I can't help but feel like I'm recording observations like I did in a childhood sketchbook. You know the type: a sturdy big book, with pressed leaves, notes about what color each flower is, drawings, poetry, berry ink, weeds taped into…

revolutions around the sun

As we transition into shorter daylight and cooler nights, there is ongoing bustle in the garden. :: Leaves begin to let go. :: Finally after a summer of drought, rain sparkles on the Redbeckia. :: The farm hires two "employees" to prep the garden beds for fall (A.K.A. Chickens). ::…