Potpourri is a new label I put on photos I like but couldn’t quite figure out how to label. That’s the trouble with labeling; it just spawns more labeling. I love peeking in on Maria’s studio, it always feels to me that there is a good witch living in there with all kinds of potions and spells, most of them disguised as fabric.

It’s a good with, not an evil one, she makes beautiful tonics.

Hopper-ish, standing line to pick up our salads from the Shift Wagon. They were away for a couple of weeks we missed them.

The Apple tree in the pasture, starting to bloom.

The donkeys have been gnawing on the limbs from the Maple tree all winter, and they re-discovered it today. It’s about to be chopped up for firewood and stacked in the woodshed. They are obsessed with gnawing on wood.