The ancient apple trees on the property didn't do much last year, but this year they are resplendent in blossoms, thanks to a very wet spring.
One of their beautiful chickens. I love the black and white varieties. Many of them have names, but I don't remember who this is.
Now they have a rooster, this gorgeous guy. He's very protective of the hens, but not obnoxiously so.
The goose from across the street often comes over to visit.
There is a bunch of new chicks in the brooder.
Their booth at the farmer's market in Hamilton is thriving.
Ever heard of ramp? It's an oniony, garlicky plant that grows wild. We went up the hill to the woods, where patches of it grow this time of year. They had it for sale at market, and we had some with the dinners that our daughter cooked for us.
A piece of freshly-cut rhubarb, one of several which went into a rhubarb pie.
Here's Sammy sitting in front of the rhubarb patch.
Ready to put in the oven.
It really was tasty.
I had brought a small bag of kumquats from our back yard in Irvine, and Martine is making candied kumquats here.
She sliced and cooked the kumquats in a sugary syrup, and then rolled them in sugar. Yum. She was thinking of putting them in her scones.