winter is one of my favorite seasons of the year. Why? It is *cold*. Everything is *dead*. *cold* propels the need for warmth-physically and mentally. *dead* is just a disguise for dormancy.
Finally, today I got a chance to visit and actually work up at the farm with jack and josephine. I decided to focus on the barn, which i am thinking of a name for, the barn. Bramble Barn, Vanwinkle Barn, or simply the barn. The barn is quite the attractive play area for the children. I begun the work i intended to do while jack and josephine immersed in imaginary play. I managed to clear away tall brittle weeds with a hoe and rake, dragging brush into a pile ready for a furious fire. There is a swing set not too far from the barn. Perfect area for a nature play and children's early spring and fall garden.
and across from the barn is an excellent spot to build a large enclosed chicken coop along with a three to four section compost system much like a short sectional network of stalls to fill with kitchen/veggie/fruit scraps, leaf debris, grass, etc. all of the organic matter can be rotated as well as fed to the chickens.
The earth at Bramble Hill is rich, soft.
grounding. and as close to home as one can be...
