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Getting Ready

27 May

I am more than ready for summer.  Trust me on that one.  But that’s not what this post is about.  Remember all those things I said I had to do this summer.  Well, that’s what I’m getting ready to do.

I couldn’t resist getting a house plant when I got my garden plants.

One thing that put me behind was my Ranger not running.  It would start and then die, like it wasn’t getting gas.  So my dad came out yesterday morning to load it up and haul it to the shop.  (Thanks to Dad for the pictures)

Um. It didn’t go quite as planned.

He had to get a loader and pull it out of the floor and back onto solid wood.  Oops.

On the way back from dropping it off, he picked up my panels and boards so that I can start fixing the chicken/peacock/goose outdoor pen.

As if that wasn’t enough to keep me busy this weekend, I also stopped on my way home from work to pick up the stuff to seal/finish the deck.

Now I just need sunshine and a plan to keep the dog from tromping through my work.  He seems to think it’s time to play.

Sky with his Jolly Ball

My mom came out last Monday, and we planted garden.  I got as much done as I could before the next two days of rain.

Mom in the garden

I have just a few things left to plant, and then the garden is ready for summer!

cucumbers and celery (with strawberries in the back)

I am soooooo ready for summer!

Still Cleaning Up

28 Jul

Of course, July is very hot, so that seems like the best time to do work outside. Right? My dad is cleaning up some of the downed trees in the pasture because he needs dry wood for the winter.

Dad

I’m kind of struggling with this because I get really persnickity about my pasture.  I can’t help it.  I’m trying, but change is hard.

Then he had a bit of time, so he came out and we tackled the walnut tree that was downed in west side of my barnyard during last year’s derecho.

We got it taken care of!

It’s quite the change for the goats.

checking it out

Pretzel

I’m sure Purl is not happy with it being gone.

Purl with her feet up on all that’s left of her tree

All that’s left is to get the logs picked up and burn the scrub stuff.

Tasting my scrub brush pile–notice Purl looking like this is not right

It’s still a nice napping area.

Coral

Victoria

Of course, with the drought, it will be a while before I burn anything.

Farewell Magnolia

1 Sep

I absolutely loved my magnolia tree.

When it was in full bloom, there was nothing more beautiful.

The scent was heavenly.

Although, I’ll never understand why anyone would plant a tree in the middle of three buildings with the electric lines strung between them.

It served as the backdrop for one of my favorite pictures ever.

Millie Ann Saanen

It breaks my heart that the derecho took it out.

My dad and nephew came out this past weekend and finished removing it to have it out of the way when they come to do my electricity (Yeah, I still don’t have electricity to the house, but they have a plan for when they get to it.).

Dad with his trusty chainsaw

Having the tree gone definitely reveals why replacing the greenhouse is on my list of things that need to be done around here.

Now that it’s mostly cleaned out, I’m thinking ahead.  I liked it as a shade flower garden, but I think this might be the solution to me missing my herb garden. I think it has potential for some sage and oregano and strawberries and dill and chives and…

potted sage plant

Sigh. That might make me miss it a little less.

Maybe.