In the spirit of a holiday that has come to be associated with feasting,
I threw handfuls of unsalted peanuts out in the wildlife area today.
Sweetfern, Comptonia peregrina, is neither sweet nor a fern. It looks like something the dinosaurs would have walked through, releasing the warmest, spiciest aromas of imagination.
In the spirit of a holiday that has come to be associated with feasting,
I threw handfuls of unsalted peanuts out in the wildlife area today.
Two youngsters examining a rip in my trousers. I felt thoroughly judged.
There are currently seven hens here. Ethel the Elder was briefly alone until I could find six baby chooks in the Spring. Two of them have already started to lay, although not consistently; there are usually two eggs - one from Ethel - in the nest boxes every day, and occasionally three. The more the merrier from a practical standpoint, since they are all being fed expensive organic layer feed. But now that the Cold Times seem to be very much here, I did not expect anyone else to start laying until Spring.
However! This morning there were the usual two eggs in a nest box, but it was quite exciting because one of them was this (candlestick not included):
Which means another hen has begun to lay!
Here's how we can tell:
The little one on the bottom is the new arrival - the hen is wisely starting small.
In other news, last night I finally got the camera battery and the charger in the same place! I can take pictures again! Tell you what, there are some unexpected glitches created by trying to clean and organize the entire house. For two days I couldn't find the charger, and when it finally revealed itself, the battery was gone. Especially baffling since there was no reason for either to be anywhere other than where they are always kept. But they weren't. Something similar has happened with my new solar motion-sensor light, my supply of sketchbooks, and my Winter clothes. That last one needs to be addressed today, as it is Winter.
I hope everyone is planning a lovely weekend! And I hope you all know where your seasonal clothing was nicely folded and put away six months ago. Because it feels pretty silly when you can't find your own clothes, I can tell you.
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Christmas fern, Polystichum acrostichoides |
Strawberries, flowering a week ago in our "second Spring" |
Amsonia |
I put a de-icer in the wildlife basin a couple of days ago.
It's an experiment, as for the first time, the basin is thick glass.
I've put the underwater heating element between stones, not near the glass.
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Remember the Hap?
Here's where it started.
Below is a link to the rest of the story.
In case you ever wondered.
Better late than never?
I wrote a piece about it, and about knitting gifts,
for the wonderful fiberfolk at MDK, here:
I hope you like it.
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Howard Carter's diary, 1922.
Saturday, 4 November: "First steps of tomb found."
A sketch from one of Harry Burton's photographs:
A couple of weeks ago I thought this might be the last zinnia of 2022. So I carried it, held over my head through a paddock full of interested goats, up to the house. Popped it into a little vase along with a handful of Galinsoga parviflora. Photographed it. Sketched it. Enjoyed a late-summer posy for many days before it gradually lowered it's head and faded.
When I harvested the tomatoes last week, there was one more zinnia!
With color every bit as brilliant, but petals showing the challenges of blooming when nights are sometimes dipping below freezing.
There's beauty in the struggle.
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