Stan & Joyce Orchard
Trying to figure it out since 1975.
Earlier this year our neighbors added two lambs to their small farm. One didn’t make it so the remaining lamb bonded with these three cows. They’re now inseparable. Life goes on and on.
Dismal, wet, windy weather. Ever-rising prices, ever-increasing anger, insanity seemingly everywhere. Easy to get overwhelmed by it all. Then there are these little guys. They just keep on keepin’ on. We can do the same.
Weather couldn’t be better for October to end. We never get trick-or-treaters, but our resident young buck and a neighbor cat stopped by to enjoy the sun.
Our hair is much shorter now than then, and we both weigh slightly less than we did then. Sure, we’re both dealing with health issues we couldn’t have imagined long ago. But we’re still together, enjoying a meal out at a favorite haunt, still making plans, and trying to figure out this crazy life. Here’s hoping the end is a long way off.
The pot of geraniums on the left has a persistent guest: a tomato plant. We recycle all our soil so a stray seed must have made it through winter and finally emerged late this summer. Haven’t had the heart to cut it down. Grow, little plant!
We just love petunias. We have some in hanging baskets, some in pots on the deck. And judging by all the bees, hummingbirds, butterflies, and these guys, we’re not alone in our appreciation of this humble plant. We grow more ever year. Next season will be no exception.
Still lots to do: cut away excess plastic, hang door, add trim around vents and door, add raised beds, spread gravel, etc. But it’s to the point we can actually use it. Amazed.
After more years and money than I care to think about, King County finally issued a building permit to our son and his family. Construction begins this weekend. A new era begins on The Orchard Compound.
Had a lovely lunch with my siblings at Harbor Lights in Tacoma today. Walked down to the Dickman Mill park. Drove through the old neighborhood. Many changes…there and in us. A good day.
Elk strolling by our front porch is common here on The Orchard Compound. But this morning when a group of five bulls walked by, this guy’s freaky antlers caught my eye. Not a great shot – through a dirty window in the dark. But you can see it grew out sideways. Can he use it as a club?