Trays lined up in the sun to dry.
Drying chives.
Beautiful chives!
Cleft graft, sealed with beeswax.
Poncho, about 20 minutes after we was born.
Apples. Sunlight on water. Pumpkin pie. Sweet potato soup. Fresh corn. Wood. Dirt. Honey. Wool hats. Hard rain. Onions cooked a long time. Old songs. Hands. Acorns. Maple syrup. Stone walls. Wind. Fresh tomato sauce. Well-loved cast iron skillets. Gingerbread. Freshly-tilled fields. Mountains. Paperbacks. Rocking chairs. Chickadees. Red-tailed hawks. Salt marsh hay. Bright kitchens. Black tea. Dark beer. Dawn. Bluefish. Working muscles. Rising bread. Sunflowers. Sweat. Endless everyday love.
Trays lined up in the sun to dry.
Drying chives.
Beautiful chives!
Cleft graft, sealed with beeswax.
Poncho, about 20 minutes after we was born.
1 comment:
I remember lining the trays up like that so that hosing off was efficient. There were so many to do because Nate had not reminded us in a while that greenhouse people were supposed to take care of them.
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