Posts Tagged ‘gardens’

As I mentioned in a previous post, I visited Queen Creek Olive Mill for the first time during a visit some years ago, taking home a large container of mixed olives. That made it one of the first destinations I wanted to visit after we moved.

Of course that didn’t take into account the COVID-19 restrictions, but as there’s a store on the premises, it was classified as essential, although until last week, the eating part of the operation and coffee shop were closed. Besides olives in their “plain” form, you can choose from a variety of olive oils and olive products as well as items from other Arizona producers, including eggs, cheese, meat, flour, and much more. We fell in love with the homemade pasta as well as the olives, putting them permanently on my shopping list.

Sitting among the olive trees is a lovely way to enjoy lunch or coffee and when you’re in the desert, shade is always appreciated! Last week there were people enjoying the morning outside, but on this visit, this area was still closed.

You’ll find flowers as well as vegetables and herbs growing in profusion. Bees and butterflies are happy, but the birds are frustrated by the covering on top of the veggie section of the garden.

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Dear God, my brother told me about how we are born but it just doesn’t sound right?  What do you say?  Marsha

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© janet m. webb 2016

Living in or exploring a hill town gives you plenty exercise. Many, many feet have walked these stairways for hundreds or thousands of years, as can easily be seen from the wavy patterns of wear. Pocket gardens abound, blooming with a plethora of flowers a/o vegetables.

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Friends, Romans, countrymen lend me a hand.

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Up, up, and away!

Trips

 

Lakeside for our evening walk, we see him in the garden, engendering life, whatever the weather.  (more…)

Blue thou art, intensely blue; Flower, whence came thy dazzling hue?
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Green roof at Paris airport

Lately I’ve become interested in green roofs. Maybe it’s some quirk that runs in my family. My brother’s interested in straw bale houses and re-doing a barn to live in. I think, though, my interest stems from having a flat roof over our garage, something not an unalloyed blessing. For where there is a flat roof, there you will also find the distinct possibility that water will at some time and in its own inimitable fashion make (or at the very least, seek to make) its way into whatever lie below it. (more…)