We were lucky enough to have a great weekend - weather-wise. The garden is getting planted, headway is being made on my list(s). Sunday was a marathon of weeding, wheelbarrowing, shoveling, planting, feeding. I made some mozzarella, three quarts of yogurt, chopped and froze some rhubarb, made some rhubarb/strawberry sauce, discovered GF breakfast (heaven!), washed windows, and lugged Lemmy (my lemon tree) outside to her summer digs. I could almost hear her sigh with relief.
Brown Rice Pancakes from my favorite cookbook!
Plated, buttered and syruped.
I also got the electric fencing out and set up a grazing area for the sheep and llama. Heads went down, and they mowed their way back and forth. Apria was so thrilled she just ran back and forth for a while. It was a perfect day for grazing.
Even the Fricassees got in on the action. I realized (in one of those head-banging moments) that I had not made arrangements for their move from brooder to grass. I have my tacky chicken tractor - which needs a lot of work - but I had somehow forgotten that the 'old' meaty house, aka the Lattice Building, had been disassembled and reassembled as part of the run-in shed. Oy. So, for the time being, they will be frolicking in the little coop's yard. I always get a kick out of their first foray into the great Out-There. The first one out is usually by accident, as they all cram into the doorway and someone gets pushed. Then it's just a matter of time. They are enjoying running, flapping their little wings, and defending their turf from the red wing blackbirds. Of course, I now have to add chick round-up to my nightly chores, as they do take time getting the hang of the in/out process. Thank goodness for my trusty butterfly net. Last night, however, I missed one. I was inside relishing the fact that I could put my feet up for five minutes, when I heard a frantic peeping. I looked out and, sure enough, there was a lone chick standing on the ramp in front of the closed door. Five minutes later, she was tucked inside and I was back inside, feet up, ignoring my ironing board.
Since Sunday, we have had rain. And more rain. And it's still raining. Although I thoroughly appreciate the process of me planting and Mother Nature watering what I plant (she is so much better at it than I am), there is that fine line of too much rain. The forecast sounds better for tomorrow - warmer, too. That will be good news for people and plants alike.