And she's on crow patrol. The girl likes her cherries.
In the pouring rain yesterday, we harvested the first of the seven beds of garlic.
We planted about 8 or so different kinds. This is the first one that is ready.
We'll be selling it in the Shabby Shack here at Missing Goat farm.
Yikes, we are opening in two weeks. Panic.
Where did everyone go?
I need someone to hold this garlic bulb!!!
Ok, everyone bailed on me. Grr
It really is pouring rain out here. Fairweather family.
It's pretty dry under here, and somewhat cheerful.
I think summer is finally here.
Just a handful this time (these are my wee girls hands). Give it a few more days, and we will fill a bucket..or two.
It doesn't matter, there are raspberries!
Ok, you're just really pretty - but I must go, there are raspberries, did you hear?
Ah Nuts. Rumours - I should know better.
This was the only berry on the bush.
And, I'm shooting with a macro.
I use to do flowers for weddings. Did it for six years, then quit to work for magazines. I still have nightmares that it's Saturday morning and I'm sleeping. The phone rings and it's a bride wondering where her flowers are. It's a frigin horror only made worse by the caller being an Italian bride. This means there are at least 50 boutonnieres alone to make.
Well, it happened. My worst nightmare came true yesterday (minus the wedding). I was at the park with my girl. We just got there and my phone rang. It was the "Hi, Where the .... are you call!?"
I was supposed to be on set for a shoot in Vancouver at 11:30. It was 12. I ripped my girl from the park. Threw her at Grandma, changed most of my grubby clothes, added mascara and dashed. I got to the shoot with a fully loaded car of props by 2:36. Not bloody bad if I do say so myself!