I stopped by the Herb and Plant sale at the Pomeroy Living Heritage Farm in Yacolt, WA last weekend to buy herbs to replace those I lost in the late frost this year. I love this festival, with its large selection of herbs and native plants and related garden art booths.
But the best part is walking through the grounds at the farm and visiting with the farm animal and strolling the peaceful herb garden. This is a favorite place for me to sketch, but mother nature was not cooperating with me this day. It rained and drizzled and made me wish I was born with webbed feet.
The herb garden meanders behind the old farm house. Cedar chips lined the paths and sent their perfume throughout the garden.
There are peaceful places to sit and watch the birds flit through the trees and bushes and sip a cup of hot tea.
And the animals can't wait to say hello as you pass their pens. Could it be the free food from the dispenser that kids drop inside the enclosures that makes them look forward to a visit?
This small baby was by himself in the pen looking a bit lost without his mother.
And look at this regal pose she stepped into when I pushed the shutter...almost as if she is auditioning for Charlotte's Web...
Te old blacksmith shop is age-worn and speaks of history and of times past when this was a working farm.
I loved this stutue of St. Francis of Assisi in the garden holding an olive branch.
And what a lovely fairy village! I think I will have to create one in my own garden...who knows...I may find a fairy family to grace my garden!!
I stopped by the Herb and Plant sale at the Pomeroy Living Heritage Farm in Yacolt, WA last weekend to buy herbs to replace those I lost in the late frost this year. I love this festival, with its large selection of herbs and native plants and related garden art booths.
But the best part is walking through the grounds at the farm and visiting with the farm animal and strolling the peaceful herb garden. This is a favorite place for me to sketch, but mother nature was not cooperating with me this day. It rained and drizzled and made me wish I was born with webbed feet.
The herb garden meanders behind the old farm house. Cedar chips lined the paths and sent their perfume throughout the garden.
There are peaceful places to sit and watch the birds flit through the trees and bushes and sip a cup of hot tea.
And the animals can't wait to say hello as you pass their pens. Could it be the free food from the dispenser that kids drop inside the enclosures that makes them look forward to a visit?
This small baby was by himself in the pen looking a bit lost without his mother.
And look at this regal pose she stepped into when I pushed the shutter...almost as if she is auditioning for Charlotte's Web...
Te old blacksmith shop is age-worn and speaks of history and of times past when this was a working farm.
I loved this stutue of St. Francis of Assisi in the garden holding an olive branch.
And what a lovely fairy village! I think I will have to create one in my own garden...who knows...I may find a fairy family to grace my garden!!
2 comments:
I really enjoy seeing all the places you go. Your photos and words paint the perfect story.
Thought of you today ... had friends coe visit - so we went up the mountain, had lunch and browsed the stores. Had lunch at 'Pie in the Sky' (lol).
Not long to go till you come visit/stay again ... *yay*
Eva :-)
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