|Egads! The only moisture has been |
heavy fog on my way to work in the morning!
Once again, my brain - still in winter's icy grip - did not flex enough to realize that I needed to put the hose on the rain barrel BEFORE it was filled. Sigh. There is also a leak in my retractable hose, which means I really need to take a whole day (hahahahahahaha) and spend it on fixing things. I am currently running in place as far as the poultry is concerned. I have the tweenagers in the small coop - needing a temporary fence put around so they can stretch their legs and become safely acquainted with the big girls. I have my few survivors from my first meat chick shipment - three and a half. The half has a splayed leg and needs to be culled. Then there are the little ones. I had hoped to be able to add the first chicks into the new ones but, as all of us who have raised these Frankenchickens know, even a week's difference means that the survivors are three times the size of the newbies. I may do it anyway. I want to reclaim my laundry room. And cut down on my morning chores.
My youngest DS arrives tonight and will stay over with me before heading north to our parents' house. Since we missed her birthday, I am making her a special birthday dinner - Wild Salmon with English Peas and Mustard Beurre Blanc (it leaped off the pages of the latest Living magazine), fresh asparagus (thanks to my neighbor), oven roasted sweet potato wedges, and a gluten free, flourless chocolate cake. I had everything but the salmon and the sweet potato, so those were purchased - I've done pretty well, staying away from the grocery store, having only 'slipped' three times since January.
I am going to try and squeeze in a Ramp Walk this weekend - hopefully, I haven't missed them. The chickens are finally settling into a laying routine and I average 7-11 eggs a day. I have lots of butter churned and in the freezer. I've started up my milk kefir again. My spinach finally started to come up in the cold frame, only to be mowed down by some miscreant. I rummaged around and found the old screen door from the poultry enclosure I took down last fall and popped that on top. Let's hope something can be salvaged.
Is it just me, or do most women under the age of 35 sound the same? Most of my observations come from the radio - I listen almost exclusively to NPR - but it seems as though, besides the sort of baby-girl-ishness, it's also forced through the throat and always comes up on the end as if they are very unsure of what they are saying. I feel so old. Then there is the young fellow with whom I work. His speech is so peppered with "like" that I find myself counting them and not listening to a thing he's saying. Yesterday he was all stressed - it doesn't take much - and broke his own record. 17 instances of 'like' in less than three minutes of conversation. Maybe future generations will just beep and text. It's discouraging. Words and language are so wonderful - so powerful. Elocution will soon be a dead art.
I was going to save this for my "F" post, but I need some input from you gardeners out there. I am having a heck of a time with my fig tree. It is in a pot and seems healthy enough, but as soon as it starts to leaf out, this happens:
Sorry for the lousy pix - the leaves sort of 'prune' up along the edges, and turn brown. Any observations would be greatly appreciated.