Dog's Plot Vintage One

Green Super Wet Coyote Moon Retrograde

The over-saturated Spring has been bad for most new planting and a lot of perenials not growing on mounded ground, like some of our lowern patches of asparagus, which seems to have drowned and rotted. But one plant: the herb Pennyroyal (which we do not cultivate and has been present though not that common here in the past) finds this spring to be very much to its liking, is ramping over our borders, poking up everywhere, and confusing us. Like most herbs, Pennyroyal ha been used "medically" for most every purpose, but for two things in particular: contraception AND abortion. It's essence concentrated in oil can be fatal. So then, take it to prevent conception and i that doesn't work, take a double dose to abort the prgnancy, and if that does not work, take a whole lot more and just kill yourself.

Lost Dock

Cider Practice

Being a one eyed cat who has spent years in the wild in that condition, Twinky is extremely vigilant. She will not let us touch her, but she has decided to spend the winter indoors, so we are letting her keep her eye on the cider that we are fermenting. This here i a practice batch pressed (on our new cider press) from four bushels of apples we bought from Cornell this winter, but this fall we will be making pear cider, sparkling pear wine, perry, perryshine, from the hundreds of wild pears we have grafted to, including some wild pears too.
There will be no booze for the cats though, and they probably don't want it, but the deer and the birds seem to enjoy fermenting windfall pears a lot, and some folks say that if you get a rooster drunk, he will take to incubating eggs. I don't even know if I would want a drunk rooster sitting on eggs...would he be delicate enough to not break the eggs? Would he be smart, or motherly enough to turn each egg once a day, so they develop properly?

Early Spring Watercress

Tree's view of early season of the Watercress flow I have established over the years by digging out, damming, widening, and generally interfering with the old drainage ditch that was dragged along our hedgerow when the bordering clayey and shallow soiled land, now state forest, was privately owned and too wet for most farming, even with the ditching. . 

nobddy here but us chickens

Walking with my feet

Out walking with my feet, familiarly known as my dogs, whom should I meet but our birds: Gerald and his girls:Nothing much going on, other than the passive solar thing.