Seasons

I planted an herb garden and hens and chicks. I made a bed of daffodils, purple iris, and bachelor buttons by the carport and edged it with stones from the property. We planted more roses and lemon thyme by the greenhouse, a gorgeous fuschia butterfly bush, and a wisteria by the carport.


Sara planted a garden under her window and vegetables in containers by the walkways. She planted floxglove, columbine, geraniums, anemones, coral bells and heirloom bleeding hearts.

We raised puppies, and bunnies, and chickens, and Dan the 4H lamb.

We were visited by neighboring cats, dogs, horses, little gray foxes, a BIG raccoon, and occasionally a black bear that thankfully only wanted the chicken food and a tin of cookies left in the carport. Oh, and a darling baby fawn that took refuge in Sara's garden. (I have a picture of that fawn somewhere. The darling fella on the right is my grandson.)











There were lots of family celebrations and picnics.

There were happy times, and funny times, and sad times.
We made many, many memories there.

Seasons came and went,and my babies were grown,

and it was time to move on
to another season in our lives and another great old house.