Dog Days of SummerThe porch swing hangs heavy. The potted plants sigh;But none is so hot norSo weary as I.The music of crickets, The buzz of the flyIs droning unansweredTired and dry.The sun on the gardenHas dried every leaf;The vines have all witheredGone summer's feast.The Queen Ann has faded.Is no longer white.All life waits in... Continue Reading →

Golden Russets are the first variety to ripen in our little fruit orchard. They are sweet and a bit tart with a crunchier  texture than Granny Smith apples.Here's the dream-boat Alton on the orchard ladder.Both of our russet trees are weighed down with too many apples. We should have thinned them in the spring.Pretty apples.... Continue Reading →