The newest editions to the homestead. My friend hatched out some eggs and gave me half of them. I’m feeling very lucky today.
Hopefully Buddy’s snack
Okay, it’s that time of year again. It’s hot, hot, HOT. Today, since it was my husband’s first day back, I made him a heart-doctor’s nightmare, carb-lover’s breakfast of sausage, eggs and cheese. I told him I was going to town for groceries and made a stop at the auto mechanic’s, asking him to look at my air-conditioning. It’s been broken for over two years and summers are pretty miserable. He fixed it for $50. I was so excited. I think I even saw a grown man tear up when he sat in the car and felt the air-conditioning blasting in his face. BEST DAY EVER!!!
Since my gardening skills are less than adequate, I need all the help I can get. My friend mentioned that her family didn’t put in their garden until after Mother’s Day and then the those who follow the moon cycles. Since all of them are much more successful than my own efforts, I decided to take every advantage possible. So, according to the Co-Op’s farmer calendar and my friend, I found that the only days I could plant was May 14th and 15th, and then I would have to wait until the next moon cycle date. On Tuesday, was the only day I could plant since I had to go to the airport on the 15th. So for the past three days, I’ve been in pain and have had trouble bending over . . . or walking . . . or sitting.
While planting and transplanting, I used the shovel and lifted a tarp that I’d laid down earlier in the spring to work on weed control, and there was a fat copperhead underneath. Darn-it-all, he was in the middle of where I wanted to plant my beans. I ended up throwing beans around him and then tossing top soil on top of it all. In the end, he scurried to one side of the garden and I backed away and headed to the other side, exchanging suspicious glances. I didn’t want to have to call the paramedics since I was on the homestead by myself, wearing a hideous outfit and covered in dirt. I spent the rest of the time, watching him and hoping he wouldn’t move. On my way back to the house, I came across the big black snake that I’d mentioned in an earlier post. I named him Buddy. I mentioned to him to head over to the garden and he could have a copperhead snack–don’t think he heard me. I posted a picture of Buddy earlier; he stretches from one side of the road to the other.
Guess I’d better get going.
Take care, ALL–Happy Planting
Big Fellar–named him Buddy
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