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May 8, 2013
The rain is coming down and against my canopy of trees it is lovely. A serene feeling washes over me. For a brief minute I'm still, all I hear are the geese honking and the tap of the rain as it beats down and whooshes through the rain gutters. This is Zen.
Suddenly I am thinking about how I need to get a rain barrel before the summer. My mind is working again. And so my day will soon begin.
Yesterday I spent planting and potting. My May packet of seeds slowly shrinking as I cross off Endive, Lettuce, Radicchio, pumpkins, cucumbers, gourds, cantaloupes, Leeks, Chard, squash. I decide instead of solely relying on seeds outdoors, to start a few in the greenhouse to be sure of replacements if my carefully organized planting fails. If there are extra seedlings, I'm sure someone will want them.
I weed and add my greens to my 'greens bed', a massive raised bed my husband build me last year. I pot my cukes, and move them to the pallets for support. I also add a couple to Middy's play area, the fence acting as a trellis.
I move the last of the top soil to the back and plant my melons and gourds directly in the bags using the three sisters method. I add the corn and beans and envision how lovely and green my hill my one day be, or the heap it will be if this method doesn't support the large root system to gourds and squash need. My biggest worry is the corn will topple down the hill as its on an incredible angle.
The little dragons are acclimating to their pen. The older three accepting the two new buff orphingtons easier than I expected. The dragons...(here's a hint as to their true identity...you can buy their eggs in every grocery store by the dozen)...at first do not allow the littlest to join their clutch, ignoring them. I look over the edge of the patio this morning and notice that they are all together under their house taking shelter. Everyone is getting along. I am relieved. Later this week one little dragon is returning to his forever home. My dragon pen is pushing it at 5 dragonlings, but they are small yet.
So we wait, with our front door wide open, glad for the rain...but hoping that by 2 we can again go outside again. There isn't a day my daughter and I don't enjoy the yard together, even if just for a short time.
This weekend is my son's fourteenth birthday party, Viking Style. I have plenty of raking and preparing to do, all I can hope for is no one crushes my little plants along the driveway. I wish I had more garden veggies, besides Kale, to add to this feast...but a trip to Produce Junction economically adds in the potatoes and carrots and onions and herbs I need. Patience and practice and perhaps next year I'll be better prepared.
Gavin has expressed an interest in volunteering at an actual farm this summer. He wants to learn about the care of livestock. I placed an add on craigslist, but I have a feeling I'm going to have to go directly to what local farms I can find. I'm so proud of him, and part of me wishes for the same experience, but with my household responsibilities, my responsibilities to my garden, and to the two year old on my hip...the possibility just doesn't exist. I'll just have to pick his brain.
Rainy days smell so good. I dream of the day when maybe...just maybe...our lives will be more self sufficient. When hard work is my family's fitness regimen and your reward. When each night my family sleeps because they are physically tired, and not mentally exhausted.
The rain is coming down and against my canopy of trees it is lovely. A serene feeling washes over me. For a brief minute I'm still, all I hear are the geese honking and the tap of the rain as it beats down and whooshes through the rain gutters. This is Zen.
Suddenly I am thinking about how I need to get a rain barrel before the summer. My mind is working again. And so my day will soon begin.
Yesterday I spent planting and potting. My May packet of seeds slowly shrinking as I cross off Endive, Lettuce, Radicchio, pumpkins, cucumbers, gourds, cantaloupes, Leeks, Chard, squash. I decide instead of solely relying on seeds outdoors, to start a few in the greenhouse to be sure of replacements if my carefully organized planting fails. If there are extra seedlings, I'm sure someone will want them.
I weed and add my greens to my 'greens bed', a massive raised bed my husband build me last year. I pot my cukes, and move them to the pallets for support. I also add a couple to Middy's play area, the fence acting as a trellis.
I move the last of the top soil to the back and plant my melons and gourds directly in the bags using the three sisters method. I add the corn and beans and envision how lovely and green my hill my one day be, or the heap it will be if this method doesn't support the large root system to gourds and squash need. My biggest worry is the corn will topple down the hill as its on an incredible angle.
The little dragons are acclimating to their pen. The older three accepting the two new buff orphingtons easier than I expected. The dragons...(here's a hint as to their true identity...you can buy their eggs in every grocery store by the dozen)...at first do not allow the littlest to join their clutch, ignoring them. I look over the edge of the patio this morning and notice that they are all together under their house taking shelter. Everyone is getting along. I am relieved. Later this week one little dragon is returning to his forever home. My dragon pen is pushing it at 5 dragonlings, but they are small yet.
So we wait, with our front door wide open, glad for the rain...but hoping that by 2 we can again go outside again. There isn't a day my daughter and I don't enjoy the yard together, even if just for a short time.
This weekend is my son's fourteenth birthday party, Viking Style. I have plenty of raking and preparing to do, all I can hope for is no one crushes my little plants along the driveway. I wish I had more garden veggies, besides Kale, to add to this feast...but a trip to Produce Junction economically adds in the potatoes and carrots and onions and herbs I need. Patience and practice and perhaps next year I'll be better prepared.
Gavin has expressed an interest in volunteering at an actual farm this summer. He wants to learn about the care of livestock. I placed an add on craigslist, but I have a feeling I'm going to have to go directly to what local farms I can find. I'm so proud of him, and part of me wishes for the same experience, but with my household responsibilities, my responsibilities to my garden, and to the two year old on my hip...the possibility just doesn't exist. I'll just have to pick his brain.
Rainy days smell so good. I dream of the day when maybe...just maybe...our lives will be more self sufficient. When hard work is my family's fitness regimen and your reward. When each night my family sleeps because they are physically tired, and not mentally exhausted.