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Flower Hill Farm
http://flowerhillfarm.blogspot.com/
A seasonal journal relating to the land though farming, gardening and observing a hillside flower farm and habitat for wildlife. Our twenty acre hillside farm includes wildly cultivated and rambling gardens of shrubberies, perennials, fruit trees, a field of native blueberries and forest.
- Added on: Sep 18th, 2009
- Country: United States
- Language: English
- Author: Carol
- Listed in: Agriculture Photo Blogs
Recent Posts
Oh Sycamore! Oh Sycamore! \'You Fill My Heart With Music!\'
Tis the season to celebrate the Christmas tree . . . but wait you are wondering . . . where is the evergreen? Look to the verdant moss and though this wondrous Sycamore is not wearing leaves or candles shining brightly, it does 'fill my heart with ...
Midwinter\'s Darkest Day Towards Rebirth of Light
It only lasts a second . . . the tilt of the earth's axis being the furthest away from the sun. Thus we live through the shortest day of the year and wake to a bit more sunlight each day thereafter. The light will grow longer throwing her warm golden...
Have You Time for Reflection?
I am stepping back a few weeks . . . back into the lovely fall landscape near the Smith College Botanical Gardens. You might enjoy a moment in this magical Japanese Garden. I will take a deep breath with you and relax into the awareness of ti...
Blooming Friday Snow Blossom Walk III
It is Blooming Friday and I offer the last of my Snow Blossom Walk. To see other blooms snowy and not visit Katarina's Roses and Stuff. We start out on the North side of the gardens and walk through the middle, stepping past Rock Maple, Apple, Sedum ...
Watery Wordless Wednesday Snow Blossom Walk II
It is Wordless and Watery Wednesday. Please click on the words to visit more participants. ...
Snow Blossoms in a Garden Lost Hunting Ground
The Blue Bird does not seem to mind that there is a storm brewing . . . that soon his hunting ground will be covered by a thick covering of cold snow. Then again . . . while preening . . . perhaps he senses the coming loss of his life of leisur...
