Bird Dogs, fifth in a series
Karen and I have spent the last month or so revamping the gardens. It’s been an amazing amount of work, but also extremely gratifying.
We had five cubic yards of premium garden soil delivered and three cubic yards of sand. All of that is great, but since the ground was so darn wet, it had to be dropped in our driveway. All of the garden stuff is happening on the other opposite side of the acre. We’ve shoveled and hauled at least a million wheel barrows back there.
My camera has remained by my side the entire time, but I’ve lost more moments of our own dogs than I like to admit.
We’re starting to see a few of the spring migrating birds appeared they are delightful.
The greenhouse is coming alive with the starters we’ve planted and Karen is ready to start a new journey with her “straw bale” garden.
I want to be more faithful to the blog, but I have to admit, it’s hard to be in front of the computer when the birds are calling me back outside.
Don’t forget the chickens. They are getting more and more beautiful every day. They’re starting to get their big girl clucks and lose the baby chirps. I am longing for just two more, but so far Karen has not fallen for my pleading ways.