My hair is a wild thing, I can’t control it most days.
Blessed to have it.
And Free. Because that is what I am//
Wild and free, just like I was a little tot.
Sweet little peach.
I’ll have my own orchard one day.
It’s important to keep it alive. Living well. This is living well; not residing in a mansion that will take fifty years of your life to clean. The time, the money, all the trinkets; so unnecessary in my life. Explore everywhere. The chemicals they put in the shiny fruit bought in stores will never taste the same. Eat local. Support farmers markets. I pray to have little nuggets of my own one day running through the trees, building forts, and having real food. An apple, not “apple jelly” in a pouch. Love to all.
Some goodness for your ears, again.
Home, home, home.
I’ll be keeping an eye out for a little place of the sort. The table where the laughs happen and the kitchen where the magic happens. ugh.
Filled with food and some good fellas.
Nature is everywhere, a reflection of one’s true state.
(Source: grettann, via potentialitea)
Beekeeping 101 over here.
I learned so many wonderful things today already and it’s only noon! How blessed am I?
Found these guys for a few dollars. Great shape. Didn’t purchase them. One lucky dude will!
Hercules was his name. I wanted him like never before but it’s not possible right now. I pray he finds a good home:[
Of course I got attached as I sat there cuddling him for an hour. My own fault.
Peaches at Fenway Park Orchards this morning. Time well spent, always.
The sweetest orchard here! This older fella and his daughter own it. Lizards galore! All the little critters helped me pick out the best peaches. Berries were sold out but I found a couple on my own:]
On to make the cobbler!