It has been a while since I have posted on the Sabine Farm. I have been out and around and, then, busy.
From time to time the heavens open and it pours rain.
We actually wee more rain right now.
The raspberries are coming in so fast that I can’t pick enough and stay ahead.
Neither a raspberry nor a blueberry.
Sometimes a delivery truck swoops in with surprises. … often involving more to read.
When you use my Amazon wish list, you tend to keep me buried in reading.
The other day I was terribly down about something. Anyway… I got in the car and took a drive around various country roads with all the windows down and the music turned up.
Eventually I made my way to a little park where the rocks and river are nice.
Back at the Sabine Farm again, ….
I don’t know what these are, but they are cool looking.
Someone once posted on one of these Sabine updates a recommendation that we should have a Sabine apiary.
Now we have a Sabine apiary… a very active apiary.
Oopps… wrong century.
This was shot with a big lens.
Bees help with the flowers and the veg, fruit trees, et al. I am sure.
I wonder about candles later… hmmm….
In the meantime, things are blooming nicely. I cut hollyhocks for the chapel the other day.
But the Sabine Farm, to be true to its spirit and the original inspiration by the great poet, must have some grape vines.
Both Penjing and Irohamomiji are doing very well.
Penjing seems to thrive in the full sunlight of the long afternoons. Irohamomiji, being much larger, needs to be watched, lest the shallow soil dry out too much.
An early morning constitutional.
I have to figure out how to trim Irohamomiji soon.
After full days, when the agenda list is pretty much complete (I go by the 8/10 rule), when the ball game is on (watching the Twins beat the White Sox last night was a pleasure, on the deck, with a cigar – I drag a TV out and patch it in to a cable or use a laptop and the Slingbox – a material proof that God loves us)…
… the vistas can be very nice indeed.
In any event, the day concludes with Compline in the Sabine chapel …
Then it’s off to read Ambrose or Augustine until late.