The Lawn Chair is in the Tree - Still

Tortuga Thursday

In 2012, on the plains of Northern Arizona, two families joined forces and began the trials and tribulations of building a small family farm with nothing in the bank but love.

Sun in the morning, hail at night.

I thought about tucking my sweaters away in the drawers. After all, we have bright flowers blooming out front. I got my field working jeans off the back shelf. And that's all it took. Last night we got hail, and snow and rain - all in the time span of a couple of hours. And this morning I awoke to an inch of snow on the ground.

The onions that are growing in the house look like they're really ready to be outside, but outside is not ready for them. Can't write off winter this side of the Big Chino Wash until May, no matter how anxious we are.

Sadi loves the greenhouse.

The wind has been outrageous over the last few days - so strong and cold. Sadi has been antsy to go outside and play. She's been demanding it. So Momma Christie found the solution. She takes her into the greenhouse when she gathers greens and Sadi has a great time. She loves the dirt and can have a snack while she's playing.

A couple of days ago, I opened my eyes to this area again. Every time I move somewhere I'm always amazed or excited or intrigued or amused by my new surroundings. For awhile anyway. Then, after a couple of years, it becomes old news. Certain things just don't register anymore. So I tried to look again.

Sadi loves her greens.

I've driven by the house with the white lawn chair in the tree so many times that I don't see it. It's been there all along. The angle is not like the placement is for sitting in the tree. Actually a case could be made that someone tipped forward and fell out. Maybe some day I'll stop and ask my neighbor why they keep their lawn chair in the tree.

Patricia Lane runs into the neighbor's fence. If you use a GPS to get to my house, it will tell you that you can get through on Patricia Lane. Only the people who live on the corner must not have wanted traffic driving by their house so they extended their fence across the street. Some day I might call Yavapai County and ask that the road be reopened.

Maybe tomorrow I'll visit the pink store.