We will begin with the obvious. I am soley focused on the construction of a chicken coop (recently refered to as the chicken temple) that may actually rival our home in terms of structural integrity and luxury. I am finishing this project soon. With its completion I will search for further meaning to my existence.
Existential condolence to my previous statement...
Our field is home to bobwhites, turkeys and deer.
The lawn tractor with a steaming cup of coffee.
During the summer these stands held our peas while the sun burned them to a post-vegetable crisp. Now they stand as a monument to rural minimalism as the WDO's (wood destroying organisms) dismantle them slowly.
Our field becomes congested with equisetum every fall. Equisetum is actually the only scientific name I remember from my plant physiology course fifteen years ago. I also remember the term 'xylem' and 'phloem' and I'm pretty sure they involve moving sap. I'm also pretty sure my professor had a vanity plate involving one of them.
Our winter bird population has returned. Goldfinches, towhees, chickadees, tuftedtitmice, cardinals, mockingbirds, etc. They enjoy their bath (built for Cymande's 28th Birthday.)
