Stan & Joyce Orchard
Trying to figure it out since 1975.
In the summer of 2021 I found a packet of seeds. Never heard of Sweet William before let alone grown any. So, threw some in a pot and left them alone. Put the pot in our new greenhouse where the plants thrived over winter. So much so that we divided them into four pots. Spring 2022 we’re now enjoying cut flowers that last for two weeks easy. We’ll grow more. A beautiful gardening discovery.
Joyce Carol and I started heating with firewood in the mid-70s. In all those years we salvaged wood from dumpsters, forests, and elsewhere. I used various saws and axes and stoves. It became a way of life. But today for the first time in nearly a half century I used a hydraulic log splitter. Why in the world did it take me so long to learn this? Good grief, it’s amazing.
Warmest day of the year so far and we spotted the first skunk cabbage of the season. It’s also the 47th anniversary of meeting the love of my life and our grandson is seventeen today. Life is amazing.
We moved some firewood, searched for antlers, marveled at how much things have changed. What a time to be alive.
Our oldest granddaughter is now taller than her grandmother.
This is the first full grow season with our new greenhouse. Decided to try something we’ve never done before: start our hanging petunia baskets from seed. I learned they germinate from light on the surface rather than buried. Today they sprouted! Excited to see how they do. Anyone with petunia experiences they’d care to share?
After more than twenty years, my old cedar chopping blocks have all disintegrated. One of our neighbors had a few so he gave me one. Works great! This is what passes for exciting news on The Orchard Compound these days.
Our woods are usually quiet. Except for the frogs and coyotes and occasional bugling elk, it’s really quiet. But when it snows the forest becomes a very special place.
On this date long ago in Ketchikan, Territory of Alaska a child was born. A little beacon of light on the darkest day of the year. She continues to amaze me that she has survived her journey into the dark world of stroke survivor which began in 2009. The doctors told me repeatedly her odds of making it were slim. Yet here she is, still brightening our family’s world with a smile, not a voice. Despite the madness that seems to have us in its grip, there is still goodness in this world. Celebrate it, people.
The ground was covered when we got up at 4 this morning. Been showers off and on all day. Our youngest granddaughter and her dad still found enough to create this diminutive, icy humanoid. With all the insanity these days, it’s nice to see that some things never change.