|Turkeys in the front yard. (Click on pic to enlarge)|
I grew up in Ohio - sort of the mid-west - and when I hear someone talking about getting the 'warsh' done, I gravitate to them like Monarchs to Mexico. I like mid-westerners.
Lots going on around the farmstead in the recent weeks. We continue to monitor Bartie, who remains a bit wheezy, but wants desperately to join the other sheep - buttheads or not. I managed to trick him into eating a small head of garlic yesterday morning by serving up a tasty dish of raw garlic cloves (small), a chopped apple, a little cracked corn, sweet feed, topped off by a big dollop of molasses. He licked the bottom of his dish clean. I am not letting him out until I haven't heard a wheeze in at least two days.
The lattice house continues to be a work in progress - I did manage to get the front panel cut and mounted, and put the remaining side up, too. Other than the roof and roof ends, it is pretty much done. I also made the decision to part with Miquel - I can do a lot of things, but I am not. in. the. least. bit. mechanical. Having to deal with a 20 year-old truck has proven too nerve-wracking for me, so he's on the local market. Amazingly, he started right up after sitting dormant for over a month and a half. Buen chico, Miquel.
Garden-wise, the cherry tomatoes are finally winding down, there are still lots of full-size tomatoes on the vine and my sole remaining eggplant is growing fruit. A little late, but what the heck. I've planted kale and spinach in the raised bed that once held garlic and fashioned a little hoophouse over it. The seeds have germinated, so all I have to do now is to remember to fold back the plastic when it's warm during the day, then cover it back up at night. I am a major fan of kale.
It was in the 30s this morning which put me in denial. I refuse to accept 30 degree temperatures while it is still September. If I squinted just right, it looked a lot like 64, which I will accept. There was a thin layer of frost on the deck table that further accelerated my denial/panic. But, by the time I left for the office, it was sunny and climbing into the 50s. While I waited for K to arrive for the administration of Bertie's shot, I grabbed a shovel and dug up some more of the dang thistles that seem to thrive everywhere. Then I dug a hole and planted the horseradish that was -- miracle of all miracles -- still alive in it's temporary bucket. I had unceremoniously plopped it into the bucket with water and dirt when I got back from Dansville. There is going to be a string of mild days coming up and I figured it was now or never.
Kevin Ford is due back for the fall shearing on Friday morning, so I will plan on taking before/after pictures. Their fleece is beautiful right now - especially Juno's. Until you look below the surface, that is, and see the five pounds of vegetable matter that's accumulated right down to skin level. Stinker.