Mr. Nick, the unexpected farmer was gifted a tractor. Yes, free. He can already imagine himself doing all sorts of projects. His excitement has been dulled by the integrity of the mechanics. He has worked every spare moment trying to get it to perfect running conditions. It’s runs, but not well. He’s been employing the advice from friends and family. What a blessing this gift is for us. We were thinking of buying one in about six years. I like those sorts of plans getting changed.
With most hours devoted to this endeavor, I’ve been on my own with my thoughts. This is a dangerous thing for me. I’ve mostly been thinking about what to plant and where. When, too. He’s been busy like a regular kid in the candy store. I’ve been thinking too much with no husband to dump my every idea on. So, I’ll dump on you instead.
First, these chickens need their own big yard. We’re all tiring of the poop on the porch. They’ll have a huge yard. Don’t worry about that. I can hardly wait. I haven’t had flowers planted yet, since those little feather fluffs like to dust themselves in my pots.
My next quandary is what to plant in the garden yard and what to plant next to the house. Have you a herb garden? Nick suggests next to the house for easy picking, but I know the fragrances are good insect repellents. Have you tried herbs as repellents before? Do they truly help?
The Winter is over, and I feel so behind the farming tasks. Tilling and weeding and planting have barely started. I’m feeling the pressure to get things into the ground. I have many seeds to go through. It’s time to make some decisions.
I made an impulsive purchase of strawberry roots the other day. I find myself wondering where I want a permanent patch. Don’t impulsively buy perennials. I have eighty onion bulbs and some herbs into the ground now. Yay!
What are you planting? Perhaps nothing if you live East. I for one am feeling that I’m a bit behind. This Winter has been the warmest I’ve ever experienced. I pray the summer won’t be brutal. Lord knows, as soon as I get everything in, we’re going to need some good rain to keep it alive.
We’ve all been scurrying around lately. Though we’ve enjoyed winter weather in the 70s, the last load of firewood needed cutting and stacking. Certainly, the sound of a chainsaw will forever remind me of my cousin. That builds up emotions. I found myself in the perfect place for emotional outlet. Pulling weeds. Still.
The toddlers “helped” with this. Half of the onions are planted, along with a bit of garlic. Most of a second garden bed has been freed of the entangled, cursed grasses. My hands are blistered, but by golly, we shall have onions and garlic.
We enjoyed some gluten-free pumpkin spice muffins. Pumpkin from the garden taste better, do they not? I have four more gallons to use before the next planting begins. Perhaps we don’t need ten plants this year.
Our ladies (goats) are swelling. There is just nothing more pleasing to me than assisting in the births. It’s so precious. It’s also a gooey mess, but in a wonderful way. We are all excited to have milk again. Last year’s season was cut short. This year we plan on expanding to cheeses and such.
The farm is rearing and ready. I can’t believe it’s still Winter though. Will it ever get cold here? This knitting mama gets robbed of wearing woolins far too much.
How’s your Winter?