Almost all of Saturday’s plans happened.
We didn’t get the landscape fabric down (that’s okay because it’s for the pepper/tomato area and we can’t plant those for a few weeks yet…and The Kid and I can get it done during the week if we have to…), and we didn’t get to the Merry Mares’ hooves.
The mares were fine with that though, because they were busy eating pasture.
Why?
We got a little rain.
In 3 rounds, just about 15 minutes of solid down pour each time.
We literally watched the grass greening up in front of our eyes.
It was beautiful.
And we need so much more…
But!
Check out this forecast:
*IF* that comes to pass, well have a lot of sky water coming down and that makes grass for equines grow.
I only hope it will fall far enough north that our Hay Guy’s hay fields get a good drenching too.
Fingers crossed for a bountiful hay season for us all!
And can I just say, I’m so looking forward to our grass growing long enough to cut for hay?
I have been having dreams of pulling the scythe out to cut the grasses again.
Like, vivid, can smell the fresh morning dew on the newly cut grass capital “D” Dreams.
Today I’m starting getting the seeds I can get in, into the garden.
Yeah, I know, I said that before.
But here’s the thing…
Getting this plastic up took the 3 of us to get done.
And, much of the things I wanted to plant would have been at risk of being stepped/trompled on.
I love my Hubby, but dang!
That Man does “bull moose” not looking where he’s going way to easy and my plants/seeds sometimes suffer for it.
So far this year, he’s stepped on 2 currant bushes.
🤦♀️🙄
Years before, he destroyed half a row of pepper plants…
He just doesn’t look, sometimes.
So.
I wanted that plastic up first.
Now, I can start planting.
And it’s okay, because yeah, we have heat for the next day or 3, but then we have rain, so that’ll be just fine for the seeds/onion sets.
And I’m not as behind as I feel, because really, it’s only mid-May.
This ain’t the city where by May long weekend I was yelling “All in!!”.
We just can’t do that out here.
And I’m of the opinion that what I get in, I get in.
As much as I possibly can.
I’m just not going to stress about it too much, because that triggers anxiety, anxiety leads to depression, depression leads to me not doing a fucking thing.
So if I hold the “que sera sera” attitude, I get a fuckuvalot more done.
So today, peas.
I already have them soaking, so that they can go in after my 173rd coffee.
And perhaps the onions too…
I have 3 kinds to plant this year, but I’ll have to cover them with something to keep the dang barn swallows from ripping them out. Barn swallows can be assholes.
No surprise there. It’s a bird thing.
Yeehaw.
Tomorrow I’ll do beets, and carrots.
And now, I must go chase turkeys off my front step.
Because apparently my hens think they should peck at the door.
Maybe they should just go lay some damn eggs for me to put in the incubator.
Stupid asses.
😂😂😂
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