|Don't look now, Ma, but it's |
|The Belden Farm farmstand, built with|
leftover old windows. Quail eggs (Baby Blues)
on the front left.
Saturday dawned blissfully dry. Good thing, too, as my dear sis was coming to help me clean out the chicken coop. We had tried a new method, thanks to her clever brain, where I lined the floor last fall with a heavy-duty tarp. In my mind (so often not grounded in reality), all we would have to do is grasp the ends of the tarp and drag the whole hot mess out. That could have 'possibly' worked, had we not had a winter full of Arctic blasts, where all 30 chickens and two ducks were coop-bound for days. The accumulated mess had the heft and make-up of a cement/epoxy mix. We did end up shoveling out about three large wheelbarrow loads, but it was much easier when we were finally able to haul out the tarp. The cement floor was clean, there was no scraping and swearing, and we actually had fun doing it. The fall clean up is always much easier, as they are all outdoor spreading the love. After that, I did some potting up of plants and fired up the electric netting so that the sheep would get some greens. By the time I turned around, it was early evening and I hadn't gotten even half my list accomplished. Oh, well, said I. There's always tomorrow.
Which dawned ... wet. The rain was not supposed to start until early evening, bringing with it strong storms. Instead, it rained from before dawn through most of the morning, with a brief clearing spell around noon. When it became summer. I really do miss spring. It was so nice when we had it - back in the Stone Age. I managed to get the rest of the raised bed frames completed, although they are not ready to plant yet. I lassoed a neighbor (who had the bad timing of driving up to have me meet his new dog - from the rescue I work with - woot!) into helping me put up my trellis for my beans. The new plan (what is this, Double ZZ by now?) is to finish cleaning up the three main beds this week, planting most of my seeds and seedlings over the holiday weekend. Including my 14 tomato plants.
During the endless bouts of rain, I painted my front door a color sure to perk me up whenever I looked at it. It gloweth!
|Either a little bit o' sunshine|
a smear of yellow mustard...