With the regular rains we’ve been getting this spring, our gardens and yard are just so much better than last year at this time when we were already in the grip of a drought.
Our veggies are coming along:
From left to right: 3 rows of sweet corn, 2 rows close to each other of mesculin leaf lettuce, 1 row of red zeppelin and yellow copra onions, and 3 rows of potatoes– yukon gold and red pontiac. And since I took this pic, we’ve planted tomatoes and cucumbers too. So we’re done planting veggies for the year except for the okra. I need to get those seeds planted.
Here’s a couple close-ups:
Several years ago we transplanted several sandhill plum trees from our pasture. We put them in a row near the veggie garden. They’ve been a real pain in the butt to mow around and after last year’s drought I was in the mood to just cut them down as they haven’t produced any plums yet.
Well, they must have read my mind:
I’m starting to have visions of plum jelly dancing around in my head.
My Harrion’s Yellow Rosebush is blooming its little heart out:
Planted as just a little stick about 4 years ago, it’s exploded into a large bush up over my head. No watering, no fertilizing, no mold, no bugs. Truly a no-care rose. It’s covered with thorns and it needs to be as lately we’ve been afflicted with a marauding deer. Nothing is safe from the ravenous beast: Our choke-cherry trees, our plum trees, asparagus, potato plants, phlox, etc. The brazen walking lawnmower even eats from the flower beds right next to the front door! I told Harland to get the gun and shoot it. Practical man that he is, he replied that we’d then have to dispose of the body. Rats! So I sprayed the only thing I had on everything: Seven. It’s for bugs and such, but works great as a deer repellent. Who knew? Must taste bad.
The columbine I started from seed several years ago is blooming.
I love the way it just bobs along on the
breeze 40 mph wind without a care.
Harland set up our yellow Adirondack chairs last week.
We haven’t had time to sit in them yet, but it’s nice to know they’re ready for us when we do have time.