What a glorious time on the farm. The roses, lilacs, lavender, oranges, iris's are all blooming. The scents of them all flow through the farm bringing back memories associated with their scents. Roses remind my of my mother, Leona. She loved and cared for her roses like a best friend. She always kept a rose in a bud vase next to her mothers picture, just as I have one near her picture in honor of her. Lilacs bring back my husband, Matthew's childhood back East, where the kids were responsible for helping their dad clip off all the dried blossoms each year, their smell is so sweet and happy. The orange blossoms remind me of fruit to come in time for Christmas, just as we are now finishing last years harvest in fresh squeezed orange juice. Lavender brings me the experience of peace, of slowing down and appreciating all there is to be grateful for. Iris's were a gift from a neighbor and every year we have more blossoms, reminding me of the wealth of friendship.
Eggs are plentiful and I will soon be distributing them for pick up in San Francisco and Berkeley. I love my chickens.
Baby ducks are just starting to feather out and so are still wading through a pan of water waiting for their first real swim in their new home in a week or so.