Okay, I won't try any radical re-thinks on the blog until I actually have a plan. Somehow I thought if I organised the blog, my life would follow suit. Apparently (Hah!) it doesn't work that way.
Above are the skeletal remains of the tomatillo plants that I have yet to put on the compost pile. They have collected raindrops in the most jewel-like manner.
The chickens like to hang out under the old rose bush when it rains, or when an eagle is in the vicinity.