It has been all about weeding. It is what I do every available moment. I even dreamt about weeding last night. Thanks to my slothfulness last year, the weeds got a root-hold and are doing their best to retain it. The purslane is rampant. The sheep sorrel is downright scary. Then there are the grasses - snake, crab, hellish stuff. Every morning at 6:30, I am trotting outside with my watering implements, to nurse my little garden along. I do equal parts watering and weeding. Then I weed my way across the front of the house, down the side, around the back and into the chicken yard, where there is nothing to weed.
Mr. Butters has been a pain. He is an adorable pain, which is the only thing that saves him in most moments, but a pain nonetheless. Last night I came home to find he had peed on the rug by the deck door. He had no excuse, as I let them out multiple times. But he was too busy sticking his pointy little nose into every bush, crevice and crack to bother taking care of business. Then I let them out into their fenced area, went inside for three minutes, and only Lovey showed up at the door. After a frantic ten minute screamfest, I found him, nonchalantly sniffing around the big pine tree in the front yard. He meandered back in his own sweet time and sealed his fate. Back into the crate he goes.
I have harvested nothing but collards and kale. There are a few promising cukes coming along, but my jalapenos are puny. My one sweet pepper plant looks healthy, but there are no flowers. Thank goodness for Marianne's farm! They do a good business with their microgreens, but the pea shoots grow so fast, they are beyond micro in the blink of an eye. I just happen to LOVE pea shoots, so I get a gallon bag of them every week. Bliss! My neighbor gave me my first zucchini and I almost cried. Looks like I will have to get my act together an get back into my garden next year.