Well, it’s almost sunset on a Friday evening and I’m sitting on the front porch sipping a lovely glass of wine thinking about the contrast between 2010 and the history of this area.
My neighbor recently gave me a copy of an 1854 diary of a gold miner who lived very close to “my” land. And here I am typing this entry on a laptop in luxury when once there was someone who followed his dream of making his fortune in an element as elusive as the spring butterflies. History and Nature never fail to amaze me!
I’ve laid out the hen yard this week. The posts are in place & all that remains is the chicken wire and the hens themselves.
The weather forecast is for Spring storms next week and my organic non-GMO seeds arrived in today’s mail. The threat of frost has past so tomorrow will be planting day for carrots, radishes & beets. I’ll get them in the ground so that they can take advantage of the liquid nitrogen from the sky.
I never thought I would be in love with an acre of land but I am at peace with this place.