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Starting a New Orchard
My old orchard used to be quite a mess. Stosh is still working on it, there’s no rush in deciding which trees to keep and which to get rid of. He says the apple tree (shown on the right side of the pic...
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My Summer Studio, Perhap?
I’m not quite sure what I’m going to end up doing with this old bunkhouse, but I’ve been dreaming about creating something cool and interesting out of it for over 15 years. It’s time to set Stosh to...
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It’s a good day to be a dog …
… especially if your last name happens to be WonderDog. Click to view slideshow.
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The Daffodils are Up …
… Spring has officially arrived as far as I am concerned. Oh, how I love a good daffy!!! And here is another way to tell that Spring has arrived … The view above is from the north Beaver Pond looking...
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Traveling by boat …
Stosh and I decided to explore the South Pond and paddle up into Middle Marsh today. He stood in the back of the boat like a gondolier. The water isn’t very deep in most places, still I had to ask if...
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Checking In …
This is spring break for Stosh, he’s hoping to get a bit of sun so he can get some work done outside. He has decided to tackle the task of building me a flowerbed alongside the house. The beds will be...
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Removing the Ancient Rhodies
I cried and fretted, but Stosh said they had to go. The old rhodie on the left is diseased and ugly. The rhodies on the right are overgrown and have been beaten back too many times. Before … And now,...
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I’m still here (just dang busy!)
It’s spring, I have a new set of responsibilities at The Chronicle (the whole of The Outdoors — in more ways than one ) and the fishing/hiking/trail riding season is about to explode. We’re all doing...
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Dear Soul …
It seemed that every goldfinch I tried to photograph yesterday had bits of seed hulls clinging to their beak. I look at this beautiful bird, then read the wise words of the poet, and then notice the...
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