I’ve allowed the Cinnamon Basil to flower because darn it if I can’t bring myself to pinch those lovely purple flower stems.
An enticing pumpkin flower beckoning the sun and the bugs. Look closely and you can see a baby pumpkin peeking out in the lower left corner.
Love. The plant, the berry, the colors.
Pole green beans
Lemon cukes hanging out on a lazy Friday morn.
Mandevilla. This year I took a stab at growing it for the first time and I’m a fan. The secret? Fertilizer. It likes to dry out between watering, too. Here is graces the hen hang out around their coop, adding some soft lines and color to the dirt digs.
All 5 girls are broody. They just sit in here. All. Day.
Sighs from the absence of delicious eggs aside, I’ve come to accept, even feel relief when broodiness ascends upon my Silkies. It gives them a break from so much production (an egg a day for each hen) and it gives me a break as well from overlooking while they’re out and quieting morning squawking.
I don’t try to break them, dip them in ice baths or isolate in a cage. I wait the few weeks for them to finish their cycle and start laying again on their own. No stress. I let nature do it’s thing. That is, after all, why I have them in the first place. To live a bit closer to nature and to go with the ebb and flow. Have a good, calm, natural life, sweet hens.