Saturday, December 9, 2017

Mystery


No mystery here— just the blue pickeral pod that I’ve been incubating curling back its opening to reveal its jewel-like seeds.

But here’s the mystery object,  shown in three views.  The name is encoded in the letters above.  Enlarge the letters to better decipher.  What IS this thing?

Monday, December 4, 2017

Possum Bones, Pigs and Sheep


I’ve been waiting for this poor possum to stop smelling sovI could get close enough to draw it.  Mostly fluff, a few graceful ribs, and a snakey tail.  Also here the smiley sow and some pretty moss.

I like this pot sherd even though it doesn’t look that old.

The lambies are getting big and wooly!

Thursday, November 30, 2017

Five Distinctive Piggies


Maya and I spent a good long time down in the chicken and pig yards yesterday as the sun was setting and chores were winding down.  We saw around a hundred red hens running in groups near two chicken tractors.  But the best were five mama pigs who seem to be either between pregnancies or just barely pregnant.  For once no babies were pursuing them.

We discussed them at length and finally settled on names for them.  Down Doggy piggy did a yoga stretch that was astonishing in its length and duration!  Tongue piggy let her tongue hang out constantly!

Monday, November 27, 2017

Dragon’s Teeth and Secrets


What’s left in the corn field, a dragon’s skull with many teeth?  

Secret book unfurled and spread out on its box/display stand

Detail

Cover of box

Friday, November 24, 2017

Sweet Time Yesterday


Above— lush and exotic giant elm mushrooms as a centerpiece at the sweet thanksgiving gathering we went to.  Our new friend C actually grew these in a plastic bag full of mulch with spores in it.  As beautiful as they are, they are just as delicious to eat, we were told.

After dinner C, B, D and P played music, 2 fiddles, a dulcimer, and a mandolin.

Monday, November 20, 2017

Gleaning/ Napping


The farm crew members have harvested the corn in the far back field.  I enjoy walking along the newly-cut field at sunset, sort of a Romantic Millet’s Gleaners feeling with the crows circling and geese dropping down in the apricot light and single ears of corn here and there, mostly stripped of kernals this late in the day.  Not actually very romantic to think of people actually living on these meager pickings.

Jesse takes frequent daytime naps on cold days but still spends his nights out.