Cows sweet cows

Every Wednesday and Friday morning, Michael wakes up at 5 AM.  A bike ride uphill brings the man to a place of joy.  A great space to spend the morning while the sun rises.  The pasture is fertile and fresh.  28 hens do their laying and bidding in exchange for housing and daily fresh grass, grubs, chow, safety and water.  Raspberry gives her milk.  Rosebud is her babe.  

By now his hands have become acquainted with the summoning of milk.  Little by little.  The milk sprays into a stainless bucket.

On Wednesdays we have fresh milk.  It turns to yogurt and cheese.  All week we have yogurt and sometimes the cheese lasts more than a day.  

Cows.  Sweet cows.

A Menagerie

Two Faces.

The Tulips Had Bloomed

Our windows open to gardens.  The flowerbeds are in constant bloom by design.  First it was the Daffodils.  Then it was the Tulips.  Oh, the tulips!!!! Now, the deep purple iris' with a sweet scent of root beer.  Poppies are next.  They are my favorite.  So delicate.  So vibrant and crazy.

Apple trees in bloom.  The blossoms are delightful.  Now little fruits are forming.

My little herb collection and rehabilitated reclaimed mustard greens.  They are hardened off by now.

A Brooks Tush

I tried them all. They all left me crying.  The only one left is the one I resisted. 

The Brooks Saddle is the best.  This is not a sponsored blog post.  

Brooks makes a happy tush! 

The B17 Aged!