can’t blog much… too hot… 100 degrees… global warming and/or mid-summer…
The poor chickens look like fish on dry land with their mouths hanging open panting.
Everything’s hanging like wet rags.
The sweat’s running down my forehead as fast as I can wipe it off.
Hot is what I’m saying.
Wilty Broccoli
Field of Potatoes with Blues in the Front
Walla Walla Onions (The overwintered ones from seed didn’t bolt. The spring planted sets did.)
Great Clods of Snap Peas (Sugar Snap)
Lesser Clods of Shelling Peas (Cascadia)
Dottie panting in the heat.
Shirley (who is, by all accounts, a complete twit) is always panting.
Tomatoland looking into the farm. That’s a bunch of beneficial insect attractors in the front.
Of the three Nova Spy apples growing on the new tree, my 5-year-old apparently decided to test one for ripeness by biting it. He’s grounded forever.
Likewise, I believe my lovely wife tested the first ripe raspberry for ripeness by eating it.
A big ol’ cabbagehead.
Pretty potatoes…what kind, please?
Mmmmm…shelling peas. Yours look divine.
Isn’t it funny that your Shirley is a twit, my Sparrow (Ameraucana) is one of my friendliest and smartest in my flock.
Your 5-year-old is quite smart. Who wants to pick a sour apple? Better to taste first.
Whyfor have you ripened raspberries already? Mine are nowhere near being edible…
I have a one metric buttload of potatoes. I ordered the 20lb. variety pack from Seed Savers Exchange, and it turns out that 20lbs. is… a lot of seed potatoes.
I planted about 12 row feet of each, and ended up with around 100 row feet of spuds in my (urban) backyard. And THEN the All Blues that I missed last year came up.
Anyway, there’s 8 varieties– 2 fingerling, blues, reds, yellows, you name it. I should really go retrieve the box from the neighbors to whom I bequeathed it when I couldn’t come up with another square foot to plant them. That’s got all the IDs in them since I neglected to tag the rows.
Thanks, the peas have been dang good. I did bush and pole. There is nothing cuter than sitting on the ground in the farm with my 1.5 year old eating peas. Every once in a while he says “Daddy? Pea?” and sticks one in my mouth. So cute… can’t breathe…
My Ameraucana showed up last as a replacement for one that I had to snuff because Murray McMurray Hatchery sent her with some encephalitis disease. So, Shirley got automatic bottom of the totem pole status from early on. Very excited to see egg #1 (zen clarity notwithstanding) from those feed-hogging poop factories.
Yes. My five year old is very, very smart. Like one of those supervillains. His super power is to come up with bad things to do that you NEVER would have thought of on your own. “Don’t pick any apples? OK, no problem.”
Err… the raspberries. Hm. Dunno. Not very many are ripe, to be fair. We did eat a handful of blueberries tonight from an “Earliblue” (I think) bush. That was glorious.
Oh…blueberries!!! Congrats! I did a walk-through of my blueberry “patch” just last night and none have even started ripening…we’ve got early, mid and late season ones, but I can’t remember their names. I’ll have to go and look and bore you with another comment later.
Ah, yes, I can see that you are totally tapped into the 5-yr-old boy mind. Supeprvillains and super powers. My (almost all grown up) boys *still* think about these things constantly.