Tag: Garden
Wild rose
Deer tracks in fresh snow
They had an active night, as seen from our kitchen window.
Point by point
“I looked out in the yard and seen a magnificent eight-point buck eatin’ apples.”
Wild ones, fallen from the tree between us.
“And the velvet was gone from his antlers, right?”
“Yep.”
With only a flash a few days earlier, I had noticed something different in its bearing. Like being a kid no more but a handsome young prince. One with a shiny sword ever so proudly.
Rose medallion
The petals had fallen from a vase and got me thinking.
We’re calling it our jelly bush
The currants we’re harvesting in Eastport are a different variety than we obtained from the conservation district’s plant sale back in Dover. They’re bigger and juicier, for one thing. And the bushes aren’t as thorny or sprawling, for another.
We got 4½ pounds from a single bush. Most of it will go into jelly.
Souffle

Classy clowns

Fresh out of the oven

Scallops on risotto, I think
