Trees laid bare…
The first winter after the trees were trimmed.
I think we may have a difficult time convincing the village that the finished sculpture was not deliberate.


… what’s occurin’ …
The first winter after the trees were trimmed.
I think we may have a difficult time convincing the village that the finished sculpture was not deliberate.

It takes two to shift this. “This” is a cider mill apple squashing/squishing/juice squeezing wheel. Those who have assiduously explored the site […]
Nothing beats an early morning stroll around the garden.
In the wild flower meadow nature has collapsed the daffodils overnight. Slowly, imperceptibly, the daffs are waking as the sun warms them.
A Sunday look at the (new) polytunnel.