This is a season of endless flowers. This evening, some of the apple trees are in full bloom. Growing food keeps you surrounded with beauty.
The cherry blossom petals are blowing onto the pond, collecting like snow along its banks.
The chickens are making their last rounds before darkness settles in.
Tulips still dazzle. They last longer if you plant them in part shade. It also helps if you have gentle springs, not too hot, not too cold.
May Evening
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5 responses to “May Evening”
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[…] that sound like cryptic poetry? It has a lilt I think. A Man and his Hoe seems to be about raising chickens (and life on the farm), something we did for years while we were […]
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I love the contented clucking of hens, it is the sound of contentment. What a lovely garden you have
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Thank you.
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My grandfather had chickens like that; my nephew in Colorado has built a lovely coop and has his “ladies” in fine chicken world style; We eat a lot of chicken ….I am always sorry that I know the Perdue and other big name factory chickens did not get to live this kind of life. The photography is wondrous. Took me right back to the farm.
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Reblogged this on Napkinwriter.
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