completion of the chicken coop!

their first meal in their new pad

barefoot backyard weather

the last lingering peony bud

Sunny the chicken

first paddle from Woodville (up the West River) this season

chicken coop in progress...

Father's Day 2014

The first rhubarb pies I ever baked were for my dad's horseshoe gang when I was in my early teens. The assortment of men would pitch into the evening darkness by the light of a portable street lamp (it fit into a designated deep hole in the yard, with a long extension cord that ran into the basement), cheering or harassing each other from lawn chair seating, filling balmy summer nights with hoots and laughter. Later they would come indoors to smoke cigars, play cards and eat a snack, sometimes rhubarb pie. :)

This catalpa tree has always been a comfort to me.

"Poor Moon" by Canned Heat

Day 3 of painting workshop, at a woman's house on West Lake Rd.

Day 2 of painting workshop, at Dr. Martin's farm on Rt. 364 - "Beef for Sale"