The fox is out an nobody's sleeping.
My family recently entered the modern age by getting Internet. Right in the house, if you can imagine.
It seems like there are about a million things to do every day, and a million more that we don’t have time for.
The shrill song of those tiny swamp dwellers is, for me, the true sign of spring.
I'd take better pictures if my subjects didn't run away.
Growing children can be forgiven for not getting the full life cycle out of clothing. The rest of us tend to be more fickle, buying stuff we don’t need and chucking stuff that’s perfectly wearable.
You don’t need a garden to grow a little of your own food. You can plant peppers and tomatoes in containers, potatoes in garbage cans, beans and peas on trellises near your porch.
We find a lot of stuff dumped on the side of the road, and a lot of it we pick up to recycle, dispose of more properly or, sometimes, bring home to use ourselves.
We like to hand feed and handle the animals as much as possible, to keep them tame and friendly. We talk to them a lot too, and are convinced that the more they hear, the more they understand.
I swear, as soon as that skating rink on my vegetable garden melts, I’m planting my peas.