Carrots are up, tomatoes are in, speedwell is beautiful,
Baltimore oriole sings over my shoulder and my angel offers up seed on the way to our outhouse.
The greenhouse is nearly done (it was done, then the plastic became undone, and we replaced it with plastic roof panels, much better) the raised beds are coming along and less raids by chipmunks or gophers (yes, we have a resident gooher) we will have a strawberry, raspberry and currant harvest this year. OH to have a kitchen! That is next on the building plans.
I planted five roses that we took with us from the city. If you walk the path alongside them you come to my young wild cherry tree in which is hung our Tudor Rose Garden wind chimes given to us for our wedding. It's just lovely to go water the carrots or weed the other beds with the chimes singing the whole time.
It's windy here. I'm not sure how it escaped me over the last two years but the wind blows nearly every day. Sometimes it gusts and sometimes it only sighs buy it means there is always music in the air. On extremely windy days the chimes nearest the cabin (a set DH purchased years ago which I love) and my rose garden chimes play together sounding out a bit of dichord in their scale, making me wonder if a storm is approaching.
Until next time. Happy farming.