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His own private Idaho

Have I mentioned that Ken is weird? It’s not enough that he’s immersed in the quiet and solitude of Acorn Abbey, where there hasn’t been a car on the road in a week and where the only sound on a winter afternoon is the quiet hum of the heating system and the occasional patter of cat feet on the stairs. When he writes, he has the habit of surrounding himself with a shroud to further close out the world. I’ll keep this short, so that the click of the keyboard upstairs doesn’t disturb him too much.

The ground is too soft from the melting snow to do much work outside right now. Ken knows how finicky I am about excess traffic that could wear paths or kill grass. Yards are very vulnerable this time of year. Very soon, though, we’ve got to order seeds for the early garden. Spring is not that far off. The daffodil shoots will start popping up in another six weeks or so.


  1. Quetal wrote:

    We’ve had many days of Fog here. I am getting potato sprouts in my garden and the daffodils are peeking out of the dirt. Lately I have been digging grubs out of my raised bed (I don’t know where they come from) I lay them in a what I call the bird platter. The Blue bird and Mocking bird do battle over them. Meaning the Blue Bird is the first to swoop in and then the Mocking Bird scares them off, along with the yellow finches who eat Thistle. It’s surprising what a bully he his.

    Sunday, January 16, 2011 at 1:58 pm | Permalink
  2. admin wrote:

    Potatoes and daffodils already. That’s fantastic.

    I have often wondered what species grubs belong to. Grasshoppers? I’ve found them over 2 feet deep while planting apple trees. The chickens go crazy over them.

    Monday, January 17, 2011 at 9:48 am | Permalink

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