Here at Fish in a Barrel Pond, all paints, stains, caulks and putties come inside for the winter so they don’t freeze. I was down in the cellar this morning, looking for a can of stain for a table I’ve been working on and I came across one can that had been put away empty with a note on it, from my friend, Eugene, indicating that we needed to save the label because it was a custom color. We will certainly need more of this stain so Eugene can finish a project he tried to start this fall, but the can was not empty for the reasons you might think. Continue reading
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Things between us were cool, once I shook him out of my pant leg.
Sunflowers.
Amaranth.
Dill, three ways.
Pole beans went in on the other side of the tomato house this year. Weren't sure how they'd do. From the road, it appears they've done just fine.
Working at a retail nursery years ago, I once stood with a young couple and watched a black swallowtail in the herb section. The taller of the two suddenly exclaimed to her girlfriend, "Oh, look! He just laid an egg!"
The View from Fish in a Barrel Pond 