Annuals |
The Grandpa Ott's morning glory bloomed today, in a pot in the kitchen window. I don't know why I've not thought of doing that before. Planting annuals in the house. Autumn. Wi... Posted by Sylvia's Farm on Mon, 26 Nov 2007 02:15:00 PST |
Escape Routes |
The chickens found an escape route a day or two ago. My dog, Glencora MacCluskie, chases the six roosters that a combination of sentiment and aesthetic sensibilities has kept alive and well fed ... Posted by Sylvia's Farm on Tue, 25 Sep 2007 08:09:00 PST |
September |
It came. Six hours early. September. I had fallen asleep late afternoon with my pup, accidentally, over a book after a very late lunch. Only a few minutes, I thought. And... Posted by Sylvia's Farm on Fri, 21 Sep 2007 06:03:00 PST |
Chicks |
The Coco Maran chicks have arrived! And in three days their yellow down has changed to white. They are becoming little black and white chicks. They are lively little things. Al... Posted by Sylvia's Farm on Wed, 19 Sep 2007 11:07:00 PST |
Daylilies |
July 8, 2007
The daylilies are in bloom. I love their deep orange. July is upon us. The red currants have been turned into jam. The black ones are now the beginnings of bar le ... Posted by Sylvia's Farm on Mon, 23 Jul 2007 01:31:00 PST |
Flowers |
I did something yesterday that I've not done in a long time. I picked flowers for the house. For four rooms, if the mudro... Posted by Sylvia's Farm on Mon, 25 Jun 2007 10:25:00 PST |
Kale Soup |
Two cups dried white beans, soaked overnightOne head garlic, peeledOne small can crushed tomatoesTwo large onions choppedOne quarter pound Oscar Meyer thick sliced bacon cut in half lengthwiseOne teas... Posted by Sylvia's Farm on Mon, 11 Jun 2007 01:20:00 PST |
There is a new kid goat today! |
There is a new kid goat today! Always an event!!. All wrong and, unfortunately, perhaps too right. She is the daughter of Candida Lyett Green, my Nubian, goat of my dreams, the beginning of my future ... Posted by Sylvia's Farm on Sat, 02 Jun 2007 02:14:00 PST |
May 28 |
The lamb is in the house again. Again, I hadn't wanted any more lambs in the house. He was a bottle lamb who lived with the kid goats in the carriage house until the grass began to grow and until they... Posted by Sylvia's Farm on Tue, 29 May 2007 07:17:00 PST |
Every moment of existence is a moment of change. |
There is a custom, of late, in the world of publishing, to describe a book in terms of its defining an absolute moment in time, definitive, precise, as if without that incident, the world could not ha... Posted by Sylvia's Farm on Thu, 24 May 2007 09:12:00 PST |