In Like a Lamb

      I like old stuff.  Old dishes and old seeds and old sayings.  I like in like a lion, out like a lamb...even when it is vice versa.   
    We had such good intentions to follow the old rule of planting potatoes and onions on St. Patrick's Day.  For the week leading up to P-day, it looked as though we would get it accomplished with gorgeous sunny skies in the 70 degree range.  Until the night of the 16th when the sky cleared and the temperature dropped to the mid 20's, with a high of 48.  It proved our mettle as gardening "urban" homesteaders.  Zip. Zero. Zilch. NADA!  We cleaned the house and played games inside instead.  The chickens didn't even get their grass time.  
    Today I got a surprise day off of my paying job, and thought I would type a little and look back on the last few years of garden through pictures.   A little encourage and reminisce.  

I love this picture of Emily and Sparky.
I think it is the only garden picture that
survived the death of the picture hard-drive
that took 3 years of our time in Vernonia.

The bean jungle of Putnum Valley was the only time
 I ever grew enough beans to put  my own into jars.

My little helpers back in the day. 

Look how beautiful and organized, before it all went feral.

My biggest greenhouse and biggest cuke and tomato crops
at Grandma's place.

Chicken tractors hard at work on the outside
 garden at Grandma's. 

Last years, teeny little Eastern Oregon trial garden.
This year's dwarfs it in comparison.

      Looking through old pictures always makes me a little melancholy.  So much has changed and people who were so prominent  in the old days are not in today's pictures.  But there are also new faces and places and happiness of a different kind.  Looking forward to another good year of gardening and of living.