The greenhouse, though potentially functional, was the last real eyesore for me on the farm. Sitting there, raw and naked in the sun, weeds and chipmunk burrows sprouting up through the gravel base....
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AROUND THE FARM: Uncovering new possibilities
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THROUGH MY LENS: poppies, my sweet
With the soft blue-purple irises starting to fade behind them into the background, the bright blooms come alive even more...
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THROUGH MY LENS: the sea inside
The inner workings of the peony flower remind me of the ocean floor. I have snorkeled along reefs and seen the bright, silent landscape of that other world. Strange to find on land something so akin to the exotic coral or billowy anemones living deep underwater...
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THROUGH MY LENS: bell of the ball
Last year I was sure it was dead. But this spring new growth appeared on it's meager remaining stems, and then the heads of two small buds followed...
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AROUND THE FARM: The finest time of year
Every year I flip flop back and forth between loving spring or autumn more. They are rivals to me, both equally glorious in their own way, two beautiful sides of a single coin. As a …
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THROUGH MY LENS: Reading ancient history
As I clawed back layer after layer of the small stones, I remembered my childhood fascination. Every now and then a wormy, skeletal impression in one of the rocks caught my eye...
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AROUND THE FARM: Familiar faces
Yesterday was beautiful, sunny and over 70 degrees. I spent some time taking pictures of all the critters I discovered on my walk.
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New rocker, old friend
I loved my rocking chair. Sitting out on the front porch in it, watching the world pass by was a sometime occupation for me.
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AROUND THE FARM: video, morning on the porch
If you listen over the sound of the wind, you can hear woodpeckers pecking and birds singing...
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THROUGH MY LENS: front porch light
Strong light bathed my front porch this morning. The house faces almost due north – which makes for a snowy blanket in the winter – but the sun sneaks in from the east through trees …
Jacqlyn Thorne 