Sarafina says his cone and rear end remind her of Monsters, Inc.
He might be less amused. Only seven or eight more days, Fred!
The beans I saved are flowering with two different colors. I don't yet know if this is natural variation or if there was some outcrossing. I didn't do any kind of seed isolation last year. Guess like child rearing, the proof will be long-term.
The chickens who used to run screaming from us now crowd the wire demanding something, anything, every time we're out there.
But despite the suggestive rock, no eggs yet.
When the apricots get near ripe and it's a little breezy, they end up all over the ground. Although they bruise when this happens, they're incredibly sweet, sweeter than picked. I'll put up with it.
