One word. HOT! And will be for a couple of weeks. So up and out in the morning, lay up til late and out again to do chores. My buckets of veggies are flourishing. Except the one a blasted squirrel dug in. I think those plants will recover.
I am trying a new idea. Potatos in stacks of tires. Now I am scrounging for old tires. Finding them here and there in the weeds. But, too many are still on rims. My guy is happy to bring me some of his.
Now how often do people WANT junk tires?
I have two of the stacks that are 4 and 5 tires high. Do I go higher? The tops are above again. Use a bucket truck? I swear these things will keep growing to redwoods!
And I have to unstack to harvest too.
There are different ideas on line. Plant in a trench. That didn't work. Plant in a barrel. Ever try to dig or dump a 30 gallon barrel filled with dirt. Then there is the garbage bag planting. Again we have dirt all over when harvesting. And like the bag would last inquisitive squirrels, rabbits, coon and cats. What is in there..must be good to eat. Yuck..potatos!
Thanks to some really lousy hay this winter I have a lot of junk hay in the barnyard. And the chickens scratch and scratch so it is getting broken up small. Dry it weighs little. The idea is the plants shoot up and then the potatos grow along the stems. Easy to harvest. I shall see this fall.
Yesterday I added straw to a stack. WH! Ooo you little varmint, mouse darted into a tire below. So I hollered for cats..Steamboat...Indigo...I need you..someone? So called in cat. Blanket came over and meowed, what? I said there is a mouse in the tires! She jumped up to another stack and I picked her up and stuck her in the stack. She came right back up. BUT....
she smelled the mouse. So she is around the top checking this out, sniff sniff. I held the plants back..BOOM she dove in and came back out with a squirming mouse. Standing on top with it. Then here comes Steamboat and Indigo..you called?
Yeah dummies..you are too late, she caught it.
That was a good deal..not like the other cat, Dune, who is walking around the tire stacks, whatcha doin and then steps in and starts to potty! SWAT! NO! Just cause it smells like barnyard, doesn't mean you go in it too.
I am tired of waiting for the farrier to show up like he said for the mule and the 79 year old sheep shearer for the two ewes. So got one hind hoof done without getting kicked. And am trying to FIND the white ewe Lily. I KNOW there is a sheep in there somewhere. I told her if wool was worth anything these days, she would make me rich. I clipped her last year and she looks like hasn't been for 50! So cutting with scissors til I know where her skin is and then use the clippers. At least this year she figured out what I am doing so holds still.
The black ewe Storm, is a hairless. Which means part pluckable. If sheared she would look hairy like a goat. He neck is bare and working into body. Weird. Guess her wool is worthless. But neat, part wool and part hair.
Rest of chores is fighting weeds and the jungle. And cutting scrub trees. Or poinking them. I swear every acorn sprouts. Black raspberries getting ripe. Pig out time.