We woke before five to discover a dense fog had settled over our neighborhood. A short while ago the early summer sun rose through the mist, illuminating the garden and woodlands. On our neighbor’s roof, an American Robin stands guard over his territory.
The wet spring has resulted in a verdant garden and forest. The irises are blooming and the poppies are ready to burst into fiery orange splendor. We’ve been eating lettuce and broccoli rabi from the garden, a welcome change from the less favorable versions we purchase at the grocery. Continue reading