feta with herbs

first finches

If you hang the thistle seed feeder, they will come.

freshly tilled pasture: the birth of the garden

"I look back with gladness to the day when I found the path to the land of heart's desire, and thank fate ceaselessly with a loud voice that she did not permit town to sap all the years away while the heart was turning to wind-voices and flower-faces and the hands of kindly earth."
- The Garden of Ignorance, Marion Cran

the return of Bunny Lee

My folks, who generously looked after Bunny Lee for the past year, brought her up for a new life in the country. I set her cage out in the grass every day where she enjoys the sun and breeze outdoors. She is the sweetest rabbit in the world.

Bunny Lee's namesake

She is named for the iconic Jamaican producer and...dancer. Check out his moves at 2:38

Chicks Gone Wild: Kingsley

The chicks are two weeks old now and it is unbelievable how quickly they grow - the girls are already roosting, taking dust baths in the pine bedding, preening themselves and trying to fly. I plan to have them in the barn in another week. Pucci is doing her best to live in harmony with prey animals, poor girl!

Trout Town Motorcycle Show at the Kaliseum

Kalkaska, Michigan hosted their annual motorcycle show and swap meet today at the Kaliseum, "creatively" misspelled to match the name of the city. There were some great old motorcycles, and as weird an atmosphere as you would expect at a rural motorbike show.





You could buy a stick-on mohawk for your helmet


The front of this Harley was constructed out of leather


There were several Christian biker groups there


This was a scrap book of old photographs of women on motorcycles trying to reach up and take a hot dog, which was dangling from a string, into their mouths as they drove underneath it

Super Dad

My Dad always comes for a visit not long after I have moved somewhere new. He arrives, and calmly and methodically fixes all kinds of little things around your house: sticky hinges, crooked screens, the squeaky garage door opener, the tightness of your cabinet pulls. All the things that kind of bug you, but you neglect to fix are magically repaired after Dad spends a few days. He and my Mom just spent the last week with me at the farm, and amongst many other projects we built a hen yard, and welded the lids off of some vintage 55 gallon barrels that were in the big barn. We didn't know what they had contained, and he fearlessly held his welding flame inside the openings and said, "if anything was gonna blow, it would have by now." Besides being a gentleman, cancer survivor and master mechanic, my Dad is the fairy Godfather repair man and fearless badass, and I am the luckiest daughter in the world to have him. I love his outfit here, too: my thrift shop Pepsi hat and welding specs. Couldn't be cooler, for real.

hot chicks

Meet my 15 new roommates!

march of the forsythia

excuse me while I kiss the sky

Happy Easter!

Roll with it

Pucci has been loving the country and does this every day

Sing it, birdies

Listen to the birds!