It's been gorgeous spring weather these past few days and I haven't really been inspired by food all that much. Not that we haven't been eating well: lamb burgers with beet greens and feta, fried rice with pineapple and shrimp. Steve asks me, why no photos? I guess I'm more inspired to take photos of things outside. Like my rocker, which I put out overlooking the pond and barn. The other night I sat and listened to the peepers, those tiny frogs that are harbingers of spring in our area. It's such a great aural memory, like smelling the dirt after the thaw, that really means spring is here. Being outside at night is also a great feeling.
Isn't it nice to find a wild columbine growing at the base of a cedar?
The only rooster we have.
Playing outside with the tractor.
I love it when I can use something that seems to be destined for the garbage. These boots have cracks in the soles--pretty worthless, right? I mean these boots are made for the rain. Well, mostly. I know I should have gotten a real pair of rubber boots. A serious pair. Not a fashionable pair meant for skipping through a mall parking lot from car to door. A pair that's for muck and mud and huge puddles. At least I got them at a thrift shop, so I didn't spend much for them. But it killed me, because aside from the glaring cracks in the soles (!!) they're fine boots. So, I cut them down and turned them into my gardening boots. They slip on and off really easily. I can't throw anything out!