I live on a sea of sand and alkali patches, in a barren desert, at the far end of a small sprawling community in Northern Nevada. Desolate, wind swept country. This is my hard won slice of paradise. Against all odds, I cultivate trees, flowers, vegetables, peace and contentment. This is my garden in the sun.
Friday, January 20, 2017
It's snowing. Breakfast in the snow for Tanka.
Wiseguy looks a little like a floating head in this photo.
Pony Baloney the bad pony agreed to take a good photo this morning.
The goats wanted their photo taken as they were feeling left out.