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Category: A Week on the Farm

  • A Week On the Farm

    A Week On the Farm

    Autumn is definitely here, but the thermometer doesn’t seem to realize it yet. The upcoming week has a few days that are the temperatures we expect in late September. The promised rain has not materialized, it keeps getting pushed off another day, then yet another.

    The garden is done except for a few pepper plants that are prolifically producing Jalapenos, and two Ancho pepper plants with a little fruit on them. The bunnies got in the fence and ate all the fall beans that had gotten half a foot tall and it is too late to plant more.

    This morning, before it got too hot, I ventured through the weeds to pick a basketful of peppers as I was making some Tomatillo/Jalapeno jam and needed a couple peppers. Seeing the pumpkin and gourd vines almost completely dead, I spotted 3 more small pumpkins and harvesting them and the huge bottle gourds.

    That makes a total of 11 pumpkins with three that were eaten by or damaged by the chickens and insects. Some of these were taken to our daughter’s house along with their weekly eggs and found them putting out their Halloween decorations. They do more for Halloween than I do for Christmas and it is so fun to see.

    After our visit and daily walk, we returned to Lowe’s to get a third pre potted fall flower combo. Two had been purchased along with two new pots about 10 days ago and placed on the stoop in front of the house. After we got home, I realize I had two more pots just like the ones we had just purchased, though one has a potted fig in it. Being inspired by daughter’s family’s efforts, it was my turn to decorate.

    About 30 years ago, my Dad made me a decorative wooden wheelbarrow. It generally has potted flowers in it for the spring and summer, but I never got around to it this year. It has been repaired a number of times, and today I moved it to the front porch, using one of the matching pots and the new flowers, part of a bale of hay I already had, and some of the pumpkins and gourds, the front is decorated for fall and Halloween (except the Halloween banner and wreath with the ghost, pumpkins, and turkey ornaments will wait).

    A few more weeks, probably after the first frost, the dead pear tree branches, pumpkin vines, dried asparagus tops and other weeds will be burned in place in the upper part of the garden. The plan is to move the metal boxes to the top edge of the garden and use the center portion next year for a three sister’s garden. Before that is done, the fencing needs to be replaced using rabbit fence and since the hens are getting mostly daily free range time, their run will be reworked too. This is going to be a multi day job involving whatever help I can enlist. It is also going to require the acquisition of a lot of corregated cardboard, a trailer load of mulch, and a roll of the fence wire.

    The garden will be put to bed for the winter and the months of bare trees and chilly days will begin.

  • Olio -9/18/2026

    I am the eldest of three, all now senior citizens. Today is the birthday of the “middle child,” my little sister. Happy birthday, Sis.

    This week has been one for the record. We have had 3 medical appointments between us, one a routine annual visit, one a follow up, and one for an upcoming procedure. Added to that, I taught a grown up version of the Herbal Medicine class that I did for summer camp to a bevy of ladies last night. As I was “teaching,” I have no photo, but we had a good time.

    The week began with soap making lessons for a couple that are friends of mine. I have been making their soap for a number of years and have asked repeatedly if they wanted to learn. This year it happened. Two batches were made with my instruction and supervision, but their hands on experience. They went home with one of the batches and the basic equipment to make more at home. The friend that taught me about a dozen years ago sent me home with a batch and some equipment and I have tried to continue paying it forward with the promise that once they are comfortable with the process and several successful batches, that they too will pay it forward. The second batch joined 3 other batches that I had previously made in the past couple of weeks for my SIL and our home use.

    It is curing in a back bedroom until it is ready for use.

    The week also started with me finishing the second Christmas stocking, one of which will go to the grandchild expected later this fall.

    Because they are stranded knitting in the round, the design is on both sides, requiring keeping the chart section of the pattern close at hand and well tracked. It also requires that the stocking be lined with fabric of some kind to prevent the carried strands of yarn on the inside from snagging. The linings are peeking out the top right now as the name needs to be duplicate stitched on the top before the lining can be hand sewn in place.

    The pumpkin vines and gourd vines are dying back now, so pumpkins have been cut. They are a smaller version for pies and baking, and after the ones in the photo were brought in, another was found. One grew through the chicken run fence and they ate it. Another grew close enough to the fence that they ate one side, and one I found had insect damage and was fed to them, so out of two vines, I got 8 pumpkins. It is possible that more will be found when the vines totally die off. The bottle gourds were the only gourd seed that germinated and they will be harvested soon.

    Here in Virginia, the drought has resulted in a state of emergency issued by the Governor as it has severly reduced the hay harvest both in the spring and now in the fall. Our fields produced only about half the usual amount and this week the fall hay was mowed, baled and taken to where it will be fed to cattle this winter. Neighbors that raise cattle are talking about possibly having to sell off some of their herds if they can’t locate hay to purchase. The lawn is brown and crispy, so no mowing is needed. We do have some rain in the forecast for the upcoming week, but if it is only isolated showers like we have had all summer, it won’t help.

    One section of the rails to trails paved area we walk for our daily walk has several Virginia marmots, aka groundhogs, woodchucks, whistlepig holes and tunnel some on the trail side of the fence, some on the airport side. This hefty fat guy was munching grass today and very unconcerned that I was taking his photo.

    Now to toot someone else’s horn. My husband just published his second book. It can be found on Amazon as a paperback or on Kindle as an e-book, the title is The Judas Priest, by James Stafford. He also has a blog with articles about the background and a sample on WordPress as JamesStaffordauthor. Go check him out.

  • Summer is drawing to a close

    It is meterologic autumn according to the weather prognosticators, but it went out with a bang. The daytime temperatures last week were in the 90’s every day. That is nearly unheard of here in the mountains, especially in September. It finally cooled down today to near 80 with similar weather expected all week, the highest day in the mid 80’s. Though I don’t like to take our daily walks when it is that hot, I did, picking the shadiest areas of the rails to trails walk we take each day.

    The garden was a major bust this year, between the drought, the extreme temperatures, and several intense storms that blew peas and beans to the ground before they produced much. Animals that can get through or over the fence ate down most of the peppers, except some that were already too tall to munch. There have been many jalapenos to pickle, some seranos are turning red and will become hot sauce. There have been a few tomatoes, mostly the black cherry ones that are wonderfully sweet, and the pumpkins and gourds are doing well. The raccoons got the few ears of popcorn that did form. Unless I improve my fencing, or build a tunnel (which won’t happen), that problem will continue.

    I did cover the grapevine with deer mesh this year, so I got a half gallon of Muscadine grapes which were crushed and fermented, strained through a sieve and fed some sugar, so now there is red wine vinegar. It will be strained through cheesecloth and bottled soon.

    While visiting with daughter and son in law, when they came over and repaired part of the chicken coop for me, he mentioned he was low on the soap I make for him. That was a reminder and initiator to begin this year’s soap making. I can thank a friend who more than a dozen years ago invited me to her home to learn how to make soap myself. We made several batches that day and she sent me home with my first batch and some supplies. Her generous teaching has instilled the each one teach one mantra to me and I have taught several others to make soap. Next Sunday, a local friend and her husband for whom I have been making soap for several years, will join me to learn, and like my friend did me, they will leave with the basic equipment to make more at home later. I would gladly continue to make it for them, but they can make it themselves in an hour for half what she pays me. SIL’s batch was made early in the week, then a batch of unscented Calendula/Turmeric soap made, and yesterday, Peppermint with French Red Clay.

    While we have the equipment out next weekend, I will make one more batch of the same scent they will be using as that is also the scent that my SIL prefers. This will be a year’s worth of soaps for our use, for the Barn Bazaar at the Museum, for a few gifts, and for SIL. For now, it is curing in a back bedroom until it can be deliverer, or labelled.

    I mentioned traditions in my last post, and have begun a second Christmas stocking, the first is appropriate for a little girl, this one is more boy themed, the appropriate one will be finished with the name, lining, and tag when I know the information. We are still about 2 months from that reveal. I have asked for a photo of all from that family lined up together when Christmas decorations come out.

    The leaves are beginning to turn yellows, reds, and oranges, only the early trees, but it is a sign of shorter days, cooler weather, and hopefully some rain.

    Haying has begun up here, we expect our fall hay to be cut and baled soon. It looks like it might be a better cut than the spring hay was.

    Try to stay safe and healthy, until next time!

  • Heat wave

    Like so much of the world right now, we are experiencing unprecedented heat with heat advisories. We normally take a 2.5 – 3+ mile walk each day, preferring to do it outdoors, but after sweltering through two days this week when the temperature was about 7 degrees cooler than today’s 96f, we chose to go into the local mall. Like many malls, it is sparcely populated with stores anymore with 3 anchor stores, a Planet Fitness, a Children’s Museum, and a remote campus of the local community college holding it together. It is cool on days like today and frequented by many mall walkers. On very cold or icy days, it is also our go to spot. A complete lap is about 1/2 mile, so we can still get our exercise.

    With the heat and dry weather, our hay guy has spent the last 3 days, mowing, teddering, raking, and baling the hay fields we own. Because this region is in a light drought and has been for several years, no one is getting huge amounts of hay. Tommy got 47 five foot bales, not the least ever done during our 20 years here, but certainly light. It is done, the yard was mowed the day he started, so the farm looks neat and in order right now.

    This is definitely a beautiful place to live.

    This is good, because we will have all three of our children, their spouses, and 10 of our grandchildren here for the 4th of July. One son and his family staying with us, daughter and her family live locally, and the other son and his family coming in early Saturday and staying through the fireworks in one of the nearby towns before driving home.

    I don’t usually decorate for the 4th, though it was my Mom’s birthday. She would have been 103 this year. We did purchase some tablecloths, pinwheels, a couple small flags, and two adorable patriotic gnomes. It will be too hot to use outdoor tables, so we will seat everyone indoors for meals. And with 16 to feed, 13 of them breakfast and lunch before the others arrive for dinner, we did break our rule and bought disposable plates, cups, and cutlery. It was that or try to figure out enough plates and doing dishes 3 times in one day.

    They were too cute to pass up at the dollar store.

    Stay safe everyone, heed the heat and the dry conditions. Happy 250th anniversary USA.

  • The farm and a lack of energy/motivation

    It is hot! Mid July hot. The garden this year is a total disaster. Something has eaten all of the corn shoots that were about 6 inches tall, the peas blew over and it got too hot too soon for them to produce. All of the peppers, hot and sweet have been eaten to a stub and the weeds are winning. Every ripening blueberry is damaged. When the rain comes, it comes in torrents with wind. The Smartweed, Cheesehead weed, and Creeping Charlie may soon be a solid mat.

    I am hoping for green beans and tomatoes. We will check the nursery tomorrow for larger pepper plants and put mesh collars around them or a chicken wire fence inside the raised bed and hope that we get some peppers.

    At this rate, my best option is to try to mow back the paths and try to weed the beds with anything growing in them. Maybe next year, pull all the metal raised beds, lay a thick layer of corregated cardboard, reset and refill the beds and add one or two more. And move the fence in to make a much smaller garden with rabbit fencing around it or around the inside edge of each raised bed, and just mow the upper part. The asparagus bed needs to be reworked anyway and reseting the garden will allow some crowns to be moved.

    The pumpkins and gourds were planted out today as small plants, but there isn’t much hope for their success.

    The deer are decimating the flower beds. We see them right up almost to the porch and rabbits by the dozens this year. A chipmunk or two are living in the rocks around the deck area and come up on the deck to dig into the pots of flowers growing there.

    What used to be a pleasure, is now a chore. The herbs on the deck are doing well, even sharing them with the Black Swallowtail larvae that feasted there for a few days.

    And the young hens are very generous now, providing many dozen a week. Daughter’s family gets their share, a dozen travelled to eldest son’s for our weekend, I am eating my share and there are still too many. A neighbor or someone at spinning may soon benefit from some if I can get my hands on a few cardboard cartons.


    That is three day’s worth from our weekend away. Being young, the eggs are still on the small side and still getting a few with double yolks.

    We are currently sitting under a severe thunderstorm watch. The one on Friday evening caused ruts in our driveway and the gravel state road off which we live. We need a couple of dry days for our hay man to come mow and bale the hay. And a couple of cooler days for me to try to regain some order to the garden.

  • Olio – May 31, 2026

    Olio: a miscellaneous collection of things

    The month is drawing to a close. It has been a good month, with a trip to see youngest son and family, a month long spinning challenge, a very heavy work day with local grandson making headway on cleaning up parts of the property, walks and wildlife, seeing more production from the pullets, some social time, some living history, and not enough gardening.

    We often see snakes, turtles, or today, a lizard on the paved trail. The morning was cool enough that it was warming on the dark pavement, and yet delightful for a brisk walk.

    We saw our first fawn of the season this week, crossing our gravel road into the woods. Tiny little one that quickly tucked itself between Mom’s back legs as we were approaching.

    Yesterday on my way to an annual spring spin in at a friend’s house, I saw another with it’s Mom in route, then yet another on our gravel road on my way home. The spin in is always enjoyable, the weather was a delight and the potluck ended up mostly salads, many Mediterrean in flavor. A good friend who I see only at this event and at an Arts and Fiber retreat once a year as she and her husband live a state away, gifted me a tiny spindle made by my favorite spindle maker, Ed Jenkins. Most of my spindles are on the smaller size, but this one is really tiny. Seen next to a US quarter for reference. Much to my surprise, it spins for an amazingly long time once a little fiber is added.

    For the spinning challenge, all done on Jenkin’s spindles, I spun 165 g of wool. Other spinning was done during the month on other types of spindles, some at living history groups at the museum, some on my own at home as I work toward enough to finish the other 3/4 of the blanket in progress. So in total, I probably spun about half a pound of wool this month. And I started lessons for one of my friends and fellow living history re-enactors. This month, I won’t participate in the challenge and there are no scheduled groups other than the weekly session with the local spinning group. I will likely meet up with my friend again for another lesson for her.

    The garden is growing, the raised beds are doing well and have been weeded a couple of times, but I never did get the rest of the garden set for corn and pumpkins, nor have I gotten the blueberry bed weeded. We did get almost a week of rain toward the end of the month.

    The pullets, I think are now all laying. The most I have gotten on any one day was today and there were 7 eggs (9 pullets). The Marans that I didn’t think had started, have given me 4 eggs in the past couple days and two of them today, so I know they are both laying. As I don’t know for sure what color the Mystic Onyx breed lays. The web says light brown and there are 3 Buff Orpingtons that also lay light brown. I did get 3 light brown eggs in the mix today, so at least 3 of the 5 light brown layers are providing.

    As they get the hang of production, we sometimes get an oddball one. This one on the left when cracked open, had 3+ yolks. The one on the right is a normal sized pullet egg.

    I have gotten doubles before, especially when they are young and soon after starting to lay again after molt, but three is a record for here.

    After our walk, a few quick stops, we managed to get the yard mowed, partly edged, and the fence around the young oak planted on our pup’s grave reinforced. It is now time to let the day fade, spin a little more, or maybe knit a few rows, and look forward to a new month beginning tomorrow with new adventures.

  • Marching On

    The Facebook memories show snow around this time of March, which confirms how crazy the springtime weather can be. Monday morning is was 60 degrees when I got up, but raining. As the day wore on, the temperature fell. By the time I was prepping dinner, the rain had sleet in it and quickly turned to snow.

    Hubby’s comment was that the ground was too warm for it to stick. By Tuesday morning, we had about 1.5″ on the ground and cold temperatures. Two nights in the upper teens and all the local forsythia look sad now. The plum blossoms are brown, with the hope that maybe some of them were fertilized before the freeze. The bonus side is that all of the invasive Callary pears along the roadside also browned. Unfortunately, that won’t result in their loss. As the week progressed, the temperature began to rise again with Sunday expected to be in the low 80’s before another front and drop to normal 50’s and 60’s.

    We walked a couple miles outdoors today and until it rains, will continue for at least the next 10 days.

    The living history groups at the Museum begin this week. The first set is a team of classes from a local middle school, sixth graders. Their lessons have included the information that the nation is celebrating 250 years of independence this year and as the loom house where I am stationed is circa 1760, it will be easy to incorporate the resistence, effects of the taxation, and history of fiber use during the period.

    I have added some lucets (a Viking braiding tool) that was used to make cordage, a few hand made spindles, and a pile of woven items to let the kids handle and try.

    There will be samples of flax, hemp, wool locks with and without lanolin for them to handle, and lessons on what it would have been like as an 11-12 year old as far as household responsibilities compared to the life they live now 250 years later.

    Of course, I will be asked more than once if the Colonial outfit is what I really wear everyday and whether I live in the 266 year old cabin. Though they may have been taught the facts, the reality of what life might have been like is very difficult for them to process.

    The springtime and sessions with the 2nd, 4th, and 6th graders are always a pleasure for this retired educator.

    A new spindle was added to my collection this week. This is one I can use spinning with the class groups as it is a plain wooden drop spindle

  • Olio

    A miscellaneous collection of things.

    Most of my blog/journal postings fit that description anyway, but that title hasn’t been used in a while.

    Two of the pullets were getting braver and leaving the coop. Unfortunately, the other 8 aren’t following and peer pressure hits and the two go back inside. A couple days ago, now that we have a series of spring days, they were forced out, with some scratch and some water in the pen so they get accustomed to being outdoors. This resulted in having to catch all 10 and walk them back up the ramp to the popdoor at dusk. Yesterday, only one appeared and never left the ramp. Today was coop cleaning day as they had made quite a mess of it in the few weeks they have been in it and my efforts with the snow shovel chased them all out into the pen. The coop is clean, they have a container full of food and another of water, however, as dusk approaches, not a single one has gone back into the coop. When it gets a bit darker, if they still haven’t figured it out on their own, another catch and up the ramp session will occur.

    And with the warmer dryer days ahead, planning on getting the tunnel around the garden secured so they can expand their territory if they ever start coming out on their own.

    If it was up to me, the television would rarely be turned on. Hubby knows that and generally only turns it on late in the evening or after I have gone to bed. However, there is a series in it’s second season that does interest me. The series is “Doc.” As we don’t watch series shows for the most part, a characteristic of this show bothers me and I don’t know if it is typical of series in general or if this is an anomaly. The show is an hour. The content is probably only 15-20 minutes of that hour and the remaining 40-45 minutes is commercials, often repeated. This is not an exageration. For every 4-5 minutes of content, there are 8-10 minutes of ads. It has become so irritating that I may stop watching it entirely. It is bad enough with movies, even in theaters now, you get the commercials seen on TV at the beginning. At least they don’t interrupt the flow of the movie in a theater with inserted ads. When you pay an arm and a leg to have TV in your home through satellite or cable (we live in the mountains and antennas are basically useless), it is annoying to have that much of the show time not actually the show.

    The itch to start seeds for the garden is strong. The average last frost date here is around Mother’s Day, so 6 weeks prior wouldn’t be until near April 1, a long 3 weeks away. The seed is ready, the LED lighted starting boxes clean, but the date is too early. In the past, I have succumbed to the temptation then struggled to keep the seedlings from getting too leggy or outgrowing the starting pots. This often results in then purchasing starter plants at the nursery closer to planting time. Maybe the urge can be tamped down by preparing beds and repairing fences. And peas can probably be started in the ground now.

    Earlier this week, I got my new hearing aids. Because my right ear canal is not straight, or even close to straight, the audiologist suggested trying a custom mold so the aid stays in place. In numerous tries, she could only insert it correctly twice and I have yet to be able to accomplish it. Another appointment has been scheduled for Monday to discuss this with her and other options. If I am going to constantly have to be adjusting it, the dome like I had before and on my left aid may be the only option. At least that doesn’t make my ear canal sore while trying to insert it.

    We have 5 more days of spring like weather before we return to seasonable March weather. At least there is no snow in the two week forecast, that is a win in my book.

  • The Weather is Fickle

    This time of year, it can be 60 one day and snowing the next. We have had three days of beautiful mostly clear weather with daytime temperatures around 60 f. Wonderful for outdoor walks along the river on the Bisset Park trail, across the road at Wildwood Park, or along the Huckleberry, the rails to trails paved path in in town, the county, and over to the next town. But tomorrow it will be in the low 30’s with rain, snow, and freezing rain. Fortunately this is only a one day event with no expected accumulation. Then a warm up occurs with a day in the 50’s then a series of days in the 70’s. It is March in Virginia. We can have late springtime weather and a killing frost. The trees are beginning to show the signs, buds forming causing the distant color to change from dull brown to coppers, red, and hints of green. My plum tree looks close to blooming which worries me as a frost could mean no plums this year.

    Several days ago, after the last rain, the pop door on the coop was freed to operate on the battery timer. So far, the pullets are reluctant to leave the “safety” of the coop. One evening, a Buff Orpington was sitting on the ramp and the door was half closed, it hadn’t operated properly. When I approached, she ducked under the door and went back inside. The next night, she was out on the ramp and when I approached, she dropped down into the run on the hay. Unfortunately, she had to be caught and returned to the coop before the door closed. Last night, the door didn’t close until I went over and closed it. Maybe new batteries are in order, or the track has debris in it. They do seem to know what the shaking yellow cup means now. When I open the coop door while shaking it, all attention is turned in my direction and as soon as the treats are dumped in the dish, several run straight to it, only a foot away from where I stand. Once I step back, the others rush over to get their share.

    This is the beginning of Museum season. It officially opens today with Founder’s Day activities from 1 to 3:30 then a dinner at 5. We won’t make the drive over for the activities, but have reserved two seats at the Bavarian style meal. This means that spring school groups will begin to schedule and days of dressing in my Colonial clothing and teaching elementary and middle school students about fiber growing, processing, spinning, and weaving to make the clothing, coverlets, sacks, and other needs their households would have required.

    Summer camp at the Museum this year will focus on those left at home during the Revolutionary War and I will have a part of one of the days to probably teach spindle spinning while discussing the same topics done with the classes. If Carol can’t come to do the women on the frontier, the topics may be expanded to cover other jobs of the women.

    Yesterday our favorite garden center reopened for the season and the seeds that were needed to round out what we had or had ordered were purchased.

    The hydroponic garden has 6 seedlings, three I can identify, but as I didn’t label the when planted, I need to wait for the other three to get larger to see what is in which cell.

    There is hope that the bitter part of winter is over and spring is pushing it way into the Virginia mountains.

  • The Blog

    Blogs are developed for several reasons. Mine is basically a journal. I have tried paper journalling, however, writing is much slower than I think or type, so the blog evolved. If my thought are deeper than I wish to share, there is a private typed journal that occassionally I use.

    This week has been full of life. After our Anniversary dinner last weekend, we have had a busy but usual week. With the chick teenagers now in the coop, daily trips over to check on them and carrying a plastic cup with a handful of dried mealworms as a treat. The cup is shaken from the garage to the coop and as the door is opened and the treat poured into a small dish. The idea, to train them that the noise, the yellow cup, and me mean a treat so that when they begin to free range, they will come when called with the treat cup. It is about time to let them into the run, so most of a bale of hay has been spread in the run, areas of the fence that either had a broken wire or not tight to the ground were reinforced, and the battery operated pop door reset for times, but still wedged shut. We have two days of winter wet starting tonight with rain, turning to snow tomorrow into Monday night, so the door will remain closed for a couple more days. I don’t want to have to be out there in snow and cold to encourage any of them that don’t find their way back inside the coop as night falls. They are looking like small chickens now, less awkward.

    The two black ones are Mystic Onyx breed, one I had never seen before. They are a cross of Silkies and meat birds, medium sized, gentle nature, black legs, beaks, combs, and feathers. One of these has feathered feet and a head tuft more like a Silkie.

    We had several beautiful days this week where we could take our daily walk outdoors on the rails to trails trail. The mid section still hasn’t reopened from bridge repair, but is supposed to reopen in the next couple of weeks. Getting outdoors encourages a longer walk than when we walk indoors in the mall. We have managed a couple of 3 mile walks this week. When the weather warms a bit more and the spring flowers are showing more, we will extend the walk to the Hahn Garden on campus.

    With the nice day today, we made it back to our routine with breakfast followed by the local Saturday Farmer’s Market for the first time in several weeks. Being able to get some fresh greens, radishes, bread, and a small roast is wonderful.

    The new spindle has been the spindle of choice this week. It is Koa wood, hubby selected as a reminder of our trip last November to Kaua’i.

    I love the smaller spindles, this one is a bit larger than 3 of mine, but still small enough for travel and tucking in my daily bag, but large enough to hold more spun fiber.

    The hydroponic garden has 6 young herb plants sprouted. Soon they will be large enough to begin to enjoy some fresh herbs in cooking and salads. Our favorite garden center reopens next weekend and seeds needed for this year ‘s garden can be purchased. There are some left over seeds from last year, but not enough peas or beans, and after the raccoons got all of the sweet corn, I will go back to planting popcorn instead. The brightly colored popcorn can be used for fall decorating and popping and the raccoons don’t seem to like it as well. Last year I tried to cover the unplanted areas with pumpkins and failed. I don’t want to deal with the weed load this year, so a plan needs to be developed. Maybe gourds that can be used also for fall decorating and shared with daughter. If that fails, the line trimmer will have to be used more frequently as the garden fencing hasn’t been moved.

    Spring can’t come soon enough, we are tired of the cold and the ridiculously high energy bills.