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The Garden

9 Jun

I managed to get my garden cleaned off during the last two weekends, and my uncle came with his little green tractor on Monday.

At 95, I keep wondering how many more years he’s going to be doing this for me.  He keeps doing a better job each year.

It was ready to plant, but I just couldn’t get it done with Harley and her babies and also still working.

I finally finished teaching for the year on Thursday, and I spent Friday and Saturday getting it planted.

I think I have everything planted due to my mom’s excellent assistance.  It was her job to sit in the house with Sky so I could actually do something out there.


Because it’s so late, I planted more plants than seeds.  Because of Sky, I even put cages around the squash.  I’m going to pretend it will help keep him from pulling the plants out.

It hasn’t worked so far, so I think I’m going to try to throw some cattle panels around the garden to keep him out.

Now we just need some rain.  I swear we’ve had lots of thunder and lightning and some wind, but very little rain.

Storm that gave lots of thunder, lightning, wind and about 1/10 of an inch of rain earlier in the week.

I’m hoping we get a good rain tonight.


A Cooler Weekend

3 Jun

Sidney interrupted my post about our cooler weekend weather.  I woke up to rain on my windows Saturday morning, and we got about a half an inch, and our temperatures are more seasonable.

Although, these rain pictures are from the pop-up showers last week that mostly went all around my farm and never gave me any.

I’m very grateful for the rain yesterday as my newly emerged corn needed a good drink.  I do believe my poor Bob cat got caught in the rain.  I don’t know why he didn’t go into the barn or one of the other buildings, but he was pretty wet when he came in.


Of course, as soon as he finished his breakfast, it was time to nap in my bed.  Gee, thanks, Bob.

I decided to try and take a couple of pictures of the peonies in the yard.  They just opened, and most of them are already past their prime due to the heat, but the ones under the plum tree were still pretty.

I have decided it is not easy to take pictures when your photography assistant is a German shepherd.


He’s almost worse help than the goats.


28 May

I finally got around to mowing my yard Saturday…for the first time.  It was pretty bad.

It’s just that I had to get a new mower, and they don’t fit in my car, so it took a while.  Also, my dad tried mowing it a couple of weeks ago.  He about killed himself.  My plum tree attacked him, and he ended up with stitches in his mouth and was pretty beaten up. (No pictures because I’m a good daughter.)  I finally managed to buy a new push mower this past week, so it became my priority for the weekend.  Of course, I waited until it was horribly hot.


I spent most of the day working on getting it mowed.  I had to take a lot of breaks even with that new-fangled self-propelled feature.

Bless my dad.  He came back with the riding mower and finished it the next morning since all I had left was the only open area in the yard (aka not anywhere near trees that would attack).

He also used his big mower to more finely chop the stuff my push mower just knocked down.  Sky and I are much happier now that we can walk through the yard and the thistles have been beaten down to size again.

Now I can move on to clearing and planting the garden.