Father of the flock. A strong, yet gentle, ram. I stopped on my rounds to say “good morning” and admire him.

Father of the flock. A strong, yet gentle, ram. I stopped on my rounds to say “good morning” and admire him.



Potatoes flowering

Cabbage leaves as a treat for wet hens and chicks

They’ve taken themselves into their barn










And do I make jam tonight or gooseberry chutney? Or both?
Droplets of water clinging to the asparagus fern glistening in the early morning sunshine



