homesteading poetry
gardening / homesteading

homesteading poetry

Alone, except the birdsong, the birdcall the birds the birds the birds in a flutter flutter flutter declaring summer, summer, summer Watering with the warm six a.m. air suggests afternoon scorching sun. The blue birds, fighter pilots flyby, then again and again and again figure eights past the verandah search for a home, fly to amuse me fly then … Continue reading

raw land
homesteading

raw land

Yup, we did it! We bought just under three acres of raw land twenty minutes outside a lovely mountain town. Raw land=nothing has been done to this land. Only stories of the First Nation travelling from Creston each autumn to the island a 100 feet away to fish salmon and berry hunt at least a … Continue reading

homesteading
homesteading

homesteading

The homestead life evokes simplicity nature presence in the moment fresh air green It is work. It is the work of the hands and mind. The hands do their thing, setting pea fences and placing trees in the orchard, clearing rocks and weeds for grass seed and white clover. The mind listens eagerly for ideas to companion plant and sifts … Continue reading