These ladies, who look like Rhode Island reds, live about a mile from me. Four hens should provide a family of four enough eggs plus some for the neighbors.
Before moving to the US, I'd kept "Rhodies" in England where I remember letting them out of the coop on frosty mornings. Their feathers, all plumped up, were sometimes glistening with frost. They might have preferred this climate.
My garden has grown beyond my reach — now what?
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Sometimes by the time midsummer arrives in my garden I can take a breath.
Other times that breath is more of an exasperated sigh. It's a rhythm
that's as...
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