Gardening. I love it. And I hate it. Because no matter what I do, nature has her own plans of course. Everything was trucking along pretty swimmingly. Way better than last year. I made even taller raised beds to save my plants from drowing, had lots of manure and peat tilled in, and felt really… lucky about it all. And then. And then the JUNE frost turned about 1/3 of my tomato plants into crispy blackened twigs and demolished 1/2 of my peppers.
Everything else seems to be OK. Sunflowers are popping up, corn is popping up, strawberries are covered in flowers. The rest of the tomatoes and peppers look great, as do their replacements. The brussels sprouts, cabbage, chard, broccoli and cauliflower all are fine. The flowers for cutting are ducky, as is the basil. The peas and spinach are growing as fast as they can. Though there is only one lone bean sprouting through. No sign of carrots yet either. Or beets. But they’ll come. I had written one of the cherry trees off as dead, but low and behold there’s some nice new green leaves sprouting so all is not lost.
Oh gardening. The emotional roller coaster.
In super awesome good news, Dave Allen has just joined the crew at my husbands tattoo shop! It’s going to be great having another artist around this summer. Scott is really looking forward to having someone else to tattoo, fish and drink scotch beside.
We’ve decided we should name our farm The Super Annoying Animal Farm. Dibly, in grass-is-always-greener fashion, keeps getting her head stuck in the fence. I see a hot wires in their future. The baby chicks are at that highly smelly, manky stage… too big to be cute, too small to be out on grass. Daisy Duke does about 37,002 annoying things every day in her rabid quest for love and attention. NoNo Goo Eyes only wants to play loudly once the kids have just fallen asleep and are more prone to waking up. CatCat chews plastic bags - a quiet noise that wakes me up from a dead sleep. Puppers riles up Daisy. Daisy continues to be annoying. And the laying hens refuse to use straw in their nesting penthouse and therefore get poo all over their eggs. And yet somehow, we are planning to add MORE animals to the mix.
Bob’s Bird House (Sparrows have already made a nest!)