Stan & Joyce Orchard
Trying to figure it out since 1975.
“Experience is simply the name we give our mistakes.” — Oscar Wilde
Teaching our 15-year-old grandson how to operate a tractor. Clutch, throttle, PTO, etc. Lots to learn…for both of us.
This little guy hangs out at our hydrant next to the deck. Sometimes green, nowadays more brown, still thriving despite some very cold weather for us.
We usually wait until Presidents’ Day Weekend to put seed to soil. But this year things are different. Here’s to a verdant season.
Should I be sad that this furry little creature has died or should I feel immense satisfaction? Forgive me. This battle has raged for many years.
Today’s sunny and bright weather was infectious. When we did our weekly shopping I got carried away at the seed display.
No, not the name of a punk rock band. We spotted this stuff on our midday walk here at home on a sunny day. More of the fungus among us. Always fascinating.
These three guys showed up just before sunrise on a dark, drizzly morning. The bull on the right is missing his left antler, hence the nickname. Never tire of watching them out our living room window.
As the world watches the conjunction of Saturn and Jupiter this evening, we on the Orchard Compound celebrate another event. On this date long ago in the U.S. Territory of Alaska a child was born. On the darkest day of the year she brought a light into this world that still shines and fills our hearts with joy. Happy birthday Joyce Carol. We’ve been together for more than 45 years. Here’s to many more.
While the east coast gets a heavy snow, we continue with boring, damp, moist weather. Sure, we may have to wash off the moss from between our toes now and again, but this is way better in my opinion.