Being Invested (Or: There Will Be Poo)

Every evening, right before dusk, a family of bluebirds flits over from wherever they’ve been all day into our backyard to eat dinner. Mom, dad, and fledglings perch on top of Audrey’s swing-set to eat after pecking around in the garden. There’s also some purple finches and last night I was surprised by an American…

Growing

I’ve got lots of little seedlings sprouting in peat pots on my kitchen counter right now. It’s not time to put them in the ground just yet; we’ve got almost another month until the last danger of frost. But I’m hopeful I’ll have good, strong, seedlings to go in the soil by the end of…