Come to the Oklahoma Gardening School

Have you heard? Each year, the Myriad Botanical Gardens holds an Oklahoma Gardening School in the center of downtown Oklahoma City. This year’s theme is “From Chard to Chickens: Rethinking the American Kitchen Garden.” Sounds like a 20-30 Something event to me. I took all of these pictures of the Myriad Botanical Gardens last June…

Chickens are undervalued

For all they do in our lives, chickens are undervalued as creatures and birds. I hate what factory farming has done to most things, but especially to animal husbandry. Companies may still advertise the “romance” of the family farm, but most animals are grown in large networks. Egg-laying chickens are kept in buildings in solitary…

Silent summer

As soon as the sun rises, I wander the paths of my garden. Gravel crunches under my sandles. Small green frogs and toads jump above and below plants while earthworms crawl beneath the soil. Winged insects feast upon nectar, pollen and even each other. Creatures climb over vegetables and lie beneath tomatoes as tall as skyscrapers…

Victorian stroll

Last night, Bill and I went to dinner in Guthrie. For the first time in over twenty years of living outside our quaint little town, we attended the Victorian Stroll. Guthrie truly is a Victorian town, and fortunately time and “urban progress” didn’t change its unique character. Because I didn’t know we were stopping, I…

Sometimes, things just go awry

If you are squeamish about animals and their wicked ways, don’t read any further. When you own chickens out in the country, you are continually trying to protect them from predators. You build a safe and snug chicken house with a cover over their run to prevent loss from eagles and hawks. Your bury chicken…

Not your garden variety visit

It’s a good day when your friend, Gail of Clay and Limestone, emails you from Tennessee and says she’ll be passing through. It’s a great day when she arrives, and brings a nearly lifelong friend of her husband, and hers too of course. She got Carrie in the marriage. Who knew blogging would create such…