Zeb

This past week, Zeb graduated from high school. I had the honor of photographing him for his senior portraits this past fall. The following are some of my favorites from our session.

 

 

Spring

I think I can now safely declare it to be spring without risking another snowstorm. If not, I apologize in advance. But with all of the wild weather and extended winter, a June snowstorm just wouldn't seem as shocking.

 

Planting is well underway, both the pretties and the practicals. We've tilled up a new spot in our quest for a tomato bed that will produce enough to can.

These lovelies pop up wherever they will all around our yard. I believe they are a wild phlox.

Future salad, sown in one of my earth boxes. Windows open, birds singing, and thunderstorms, what a relief that spring is finally here.

April showers

  What a nice way to end a productive Saturday. With a gorgeous April shower!

 

 

The perfect end to a great Saturday, with a nice conquest at the auction. Not the tractor, but a nifty burr mill that we will use to grind our own grain for our goats. 

 

Time to change my header, too.

The Last Hurrah

As much as we whine and groan about the cold, the snow, the roads, the bitter cold, wind, wind chills, heating bills and bitter, numbing cold, there are certain facets of beauty that only winter can bring.

Yesterday morning, we had dense fog, and a drop in temperature. These are a collection from a combination of a drive in the country and a walk around the farm.

 

 

I wonder what kind of bird brawl was going on here? Or maybe just some mini attempts at snow angels?

Winter 2013, you were all right. Thanks for the final performance. Take a bow.

Birdfeeders

Today was a snow day, so I was able to recruit some help for topping off the bird feeders.

  

Less than 48 hours ago, these were in use, in nice, warm weather. Ah, Iowa. 

 

Our task accomplished, Elizabeth started the task of trailblazing. I took the easier job of snapping some photos. 

 

Below you will see one of our many resident squirrels. 

 

And an appreciative nuthatch, who wasted no time in resuming his lunch once the feeders were filled.