The rewards for gardening and raising chickens are not commensurate with the efforts, but even so! For dinner I had stir-fried snow peas, freshly dug new potatoes and beets and deviled eggs with chives. From the beverages list I selected iced tea with honey. Anyone who regularly is lucky enough to taste fresh food will understand why I don't really like to eat out.
The West Border gets morning and afternoon shade. I pulled up a chair under the flowering plum and feasted my eyes on pinks, Sweet William and Siberian Iris. The latter tended to flop over, so I brought them in to enjoy.
These beauties are food for the spirit. I am well fed. Everyone can see that.
