Even after a week of sunshine there are still puddles everywhere but I’m not complaining! I spent an hour drinking coffee on the porch, watching the hummingbirds fight, then slipped on my tennis shoes for a walk. Here is what I saw. The Mama chicken and her two rapidly growing children, ready to escape the…
April 15th. Tax day in the states, yet having mine turned in with 48 hours to spare, I was able to walk in peace. Here is what I saw. At the end of our driveway, in the morning sun, a plain purple flower seemed quite glamorous to me. And some little spiders have been mighty…
To be perfectly honest I don’t recall the events leading up to my walk last Wednesday, April the 8th. I just remember I walked late and my sister was with me. Which was a little sad because I knew it would be the last time she joined me for a walk in quite some time,…
I haven’t posted a recipe in awhile, not because I haven’t cooked or consumed any food. No, my winter layer of warmth is coming along quite nicely thanks to rolls, truffles, cake balls and stew. Not all eaten together of course. I’ve just been lazy. BUT I want to share with you the fastest, most…
While the first week of fall was gloriously cool, the second week climbed back into the upper 90’s. Running out of time to walk in the morning hours I headed out to our ‘back forty’ about 5 in the afternoon. And while it was hot and I was plagued by mosquito’s it was still nice…
As I wander about my blog I realize the “Wicked Walk” section is piling up rather quickly so I figured I better start dating the darn things. So I did. Wednesday September 3rd was cloudy, cool and rather lovely. I walked about 8:30 a.m. Here is what I saw. Wild Fruit. I think the first…
After YEARS of thinking about my future orchard, planning the rows, moving it in my mind a thousand times I finally ordered myself 20-something trees and bushes. Not expecting to harvest anything the first year I was pleasantly surprised when little blueberries started popping up all over my newly acquired bushes. Then, just last week…
What is better then fresh blackberries? Fresh blackberries that your mom picked for you! This is exactly what my darling mother did for me and I promptly turned the gift into a cobbler whose future included vanilla Bluebell ice cream. Within 2 hours the cobbler was no more. I have found with a ravenous husband and…
The Wicked Chicken 