All of our vegetable seeds that get planted inside have been planted. Now, we’re busy outside. Yesterday, Will tilled the Main Garden with the little Kubota. As there are tight areas, you have to lift the tiller and back up. To back the Kubota up, you have to press down on a foot pedal. Really hard! My sore knees just don’t want to do that yet, so Will took care of that job.
But, when he was finished, I took it out to the larger, squarer, Wolf Garden and tilled all afternoon. I had expected the lower side to be more moist. It wasn’t. In fact, it was kind of dry. Oh oh! Is that a sign of summer drought? There’s no forecast of rain in the ten-day forecast. We had a frost advisory for last night, again tonight, and another the next. Seedlings off the back deck have to be carried out in the morning and back inside in the evening. Out for sun and hardening off, in for frost protection.
Today I helped Will haul manure. I’m the gate guy, keeping the cows in when they’d love to be out munching on all that green pasture. But we want to let it get taller and make those cows eat up some of the leftover hay, which we have plenty of. That hay’s a good thing, especially if we’re facing another drought. The hay crop will be shorter, we’re thinking. When Will was away with the manure, spreading on the Wolf pasture, half a mile from the house, I drove the golf cart next to the fence between the cow and horse pastures. The electric wire gets knocked down by winter deer and needed fixing up. It won’t be long before the horses get put back in their own pasture after spending the winter with the cows. We like them with the cows as they protect them from the wolves, especially new calves. Our mule, Domino, is fierce when it comes to anything canine! She would eat a wolf right up. Seriously!
After Will gets done hauling manure today, I want to hop on the little Kubota and till the North Garden again. The tiny weeds are just starting to show up and I love killing them dead. Again. We’ll till one more time in a couple of weeks and then get to planting everything in all six gardens. Whew! But we sure love spring! All the green, the Hummingbirds, Orioles, Grosbeaks, and other bird visitors, the fragrance of wild fruit blooms, and hope of a great gardening year. — Jackie
Such a serious look on Mittens face. While it might say making sure Will gets it done right, it is also saying don’t mess with my Will.
The weather is certainly *not* as I remember it. Appears after further cutting, the one tree is an elm, which is okay. It burns well. We had the last stand of American Elms at our prior house. This house had the one that fell and another we had taken down (close to structure and power line). It looked healthy to the layman’s eye but was diseased. It did bless us with morels AND allowed a potential electrical fire to be averted (power line to the house had to be dropped prior to the tree being dropped).
Until the farmer passed away, there was an Angus farm just down the road from us. Yep, he had two mules though for mainly for coyote. We’re a bit south for wolves (as of this post that is but there has been a black bear down here).
Got a nice rain so I’ll be weeding the asparagus patch on Saturday. Before it turns into a tree farm lol..