I can’t believe I’ve had an example of one of my grammatical pet peeves (your vs. you’re) on this page for over a year. How embarrassing.
In the past couple years, we’ve settled nicely into life at the homestead, and are discovering some of the wonders of having a yard with critters flitting about. A hanging basket of Kalenchoe in the front porch seems to attract nesting mourning doves. A pair of them have built loose nests of pine needles in its shelter twice now. Still haven’t seen any baby birds, but have spied the small eggs and greeted the bird warming them as we come and go.
That great swath of ivy along one side of the house is now locked in battle with some wild Nasturtium. Several neighbors have Nasturtium bushes in their yards, and the seed must have found a hospitable home in ours. The flowers are looking quite lovely, actually, and I can’t help but encourage them to choke out the ivy.
It’s spring, and there are fat robins and squirrels, jays and wrens, hummingbirds and butterflies all frolicking out back. It’s like a wildlife circus out there. The plum tree is growing heavy with young fruit; it’ll be canning time before you know it.
