yesterday's harvest

I keep hearing that people's gardens aren't doing so well this year, but ours has been prolific!

R.I.P.?

Dear Blackie,

Where did you go? The other chickens aren't talking. You were always at the bottom of the pecking order, pecked at and picked on. But so pretty. I never got the kind of picture I wanted of the iridescence of your feathers. We miss you, even if the other chickens don't.

Love,
Val and Jamie

in the backyard

Jamie takes a break from gardening to chat with our ninety-eight-year-old neighbor, Nick. He always has good gardening advice, and his dog, Sara, is a sweetheart, too.