fall photos of our fancy farm family

Notice our duck, whom we fondly refer to as "Duck," loves to be at the center of things. Our billy goat, "Billy" (known as "William" in some circles) is looking quite professional these days in his black and white formal wear. Our chickens have developed a taste for goat feed, and the garden is full of foxtails.











November Poem

As I burrowed beneath velvet and flannel
to hide from the cold breath of november
she came with a kiss of silk on my skin
sweet breath in my ear
finger-whispers on lips
a balmy caress
unexpected

november came soft
humming warm sighs
a waterfall soaking sandstone thighs
moss thatch curled moist
painted cave yawning
tiger-eye streaking jade
obsidian enswirling copper
iron pyrite enriching bloodstone

she came
so tenderly

daffodils peek above the soil,
forsythia fully-blossom yellow,
wild violets nod their purple,
gallardias bud and burst their sunburst,
lemon thyme is chartreuse velvet,
and winter’s first day is only weeks away…

--diana tigerlily, written November 2001