Again it was HOT and no rain. I could see rain less than a mile away and a rainbow, but we got sprinkles for a minute and nothing more. It is dry, dusty, arid, dry.
My effort for yesterday outdoors was to water the daylily bed and the new bed that goes down the back of the garage with the half barrels. The plants look wilted. And a small harvest of a few ripening tomatoes, cucumbers, and bush beans. The tomatoes will be frozen until there are enough to peel and can. Most of the day was spent indoors, with the air conditioner turned back on partly because of the heat and partly because the dreaded pipeline work is now close and between the dust and noise pollution the heavy equipment kicks into the air and the huge burn piles of wood they couldn’t log out, the air quality is not good. Our beautiful, clear mountain air is fouled and the landscape is scarred.
With the A/C on, I was able to pick up my sweater and work on the sleeves. I would like to finish it to enter in the Agriculture Fair, but I think I may have to enter a different project, it doesn’t look like it will get done. If I could get the sleeves finished, the body will go quickly with less turning and fewer balls of yarn to tangle.
While waiting for the last few hens to straggle into the coop last night, I picked the last few raspberries for the season. The canes that didn’t get cut last fall need to be cut back and the ones that fruited this year cut back in the fall. The remaining canes need to be thinned and somehow, I would like to get the mat of wild geranium weeded out from around them, Maybe I should just leave it as it is low, thick and keeps most of the other weeds from developing in the bed.
Those berries didn’t make it into the house.
The rest of the week is supposed to be cooler, we will see, and we are supposed to get rain today, again, we will see. The hay man came yesterday to pick up the rest of his hay, but he seemed to be having tractor trouble, couldn’t get the bales up onto the truck more than Ia single level high and then the tractor sputtered to a stop with a bale still speared on the spike. He drove the truck with 8 bales off and didn’t come back. There are still many bales in the field and the tractor. I hope the tractor problem isn’t serious for him. It is one of many, but each seems to have it’s own function in the process, maybe just so the attachments don’t have to be changed as frequently.
There are 5 large comfrey plants in the garden and beds, some of it is used in making the salves that I use and sell. By mid July, after the first flower, they seem to collapse outward and send up second growth. This morning, I noticed as I went to let the hens out, that the collapse was complete. Comfrey makes excellent mulch and if packed in a water filled bucket and left in the sun, though a stinky slimy mess, it is terrific fertilizer. The large clippers were carried out and the three within the vegetable garden fence were cut back and the cut leaves placed in aisles of the garden as mulch.
It is a messy looking mulch, but effective and in a few days will be a brown mat to help keep the weeds down. The second growth is already visible. The two that are outside of the vegetable garden are going to be cut and put in a 5 gallon bucket of water to use as fertilizer on the vegetable garden in a few weeks.
The big guy is missing his kid. He spent most of yesterday near the hallway to the back bedrooms or laying by the seat that grandson preferred. This morning he was looking out on the porch, hoping he would come back inside. Grandson has been in his life forever on a visiting basis and they adore each other. As a 6 or 7 month old pup, he rode to Florida with his head in grandson’s lap. After 3 1/2 weeks of having him here everyday, Ranger doesn’t understand where his kid went.