Saturday garden work was put aside because I got fixated on the fencing. Focus like a fruit-fly, I tell you.
|Before fence removal and invasion|
of the flock(s)
|Old, rusty, cobbled-together fencing|
down - invasion in full swing.
|Invasion aftermath with new fencing|
and a gate in place.
|Dotty, the Speckled Sussex, is my |
constant companion and award-winning
|Checking the pussy willow for bugs.|
|Betty Rubble in the foreground, Crazy|
Mary behind her, Freddie the Bearded
Lady to the left, Gertie, then two
|Gossip around the water pool.|
|Nice day for cleaning water|
|Standing by the honey vendor, looking|
at the syrup vendor.
|Fig tree! Blonde du Blonde.|
After another 20 minutes trying to get out of the parking lot, I did an errand or two and then headed home. I stopped at my friend, Marianne's, to drop off eggs and got a 5 lb bag of organic apples, 10 lbs of RIPE tomatoes, three cucumbers, two zucchinis, and a bag of oyster mushrooms. I may not even bother with a garden next year. Honestly.
|Four kinds of delicious, beautiful, |
organic heirloom apples!
|Zucs and cukes!|
|Rain dripping off my solar pergola lights.|
|Some of M's beautiful tomatoes, sliced and draining|
before becoming pie.