This has not been a week of planting with the abundance of rain we have received. I am grateful that we did not have anything in the ground for the frost to nip. There was much debating as to whether or not we should bring everything inside or cover them or leave them alone. In the end, everything was put on the porch close to the house and nothing got nipped. Frost in May! Ridiculous. Whatever happened to all the dire warnings about global warming? Crazy people. Climate change? Yes, but the earth has experienced that since the fall of man. So we adjust and press on. I have to say that the corn was a foot high in Texas three weeks ago and I’m a bit antsy to get it in the ground here. Watching that corn grow will sure drive Augustine (our resident spoiled cow) crazy. We watched her discover that she is now firmly fenced out of the garden area and she wasn’t happy about it. We used cattle panels to keep her out instead of wire and she pushed and pushed on them trying to get in. I don’t think she’s given up, just regrouping and hatching another plan of attack.
The chickens have never wandered down that far where the garden area is, but I’m guessing that once everything starts growing, they will take an interest and we’ll have a new battle on our hands. I think I have the answer that will take care of the chickens, bunnies and turtles from getting in. For several years I haven’t been able to figure out how to keep the rabbits out and have gotten lots of damage from them and the turtles. Turtles are terrible on strawberries especially. I noticed something the other day that I have seen for years, but never thought about what it was for. When I was visiting an Amish friend of mine, I noticed that they had long pieces of scrap corrugated tin lying on their side along the fence row of their garden. “Hmmm.” I thought. “What in the world is that for?” I thought to myself. Then it dawned on me! To keep the rabbits and turtles and other critters out of the garden! Of course the chickens could fly over, but a clipped wing will remedy that. Problem solved (or so I think). Who knows what I haven’t thought of and to all of my Amish friends who read this, please correct me if I am wrong about the tin and its purpose.
My Aunt Kathy is in visiting from Minnesota. First you have to understand that my Aunt Kathy does not travel a lot. It has been decades since she has flown, so you can imagine her bit of panic when she had to sit on the run way in Chicago for hours, deplane, and sleep on a cot over night due to the smoke shutting down the radar system. Thankfully, she finally got to us in one piece, no worse for wear. We spent a fun day of visiting some Amish friends and going out to Baker Creek. My Mom went with us and picked up a great book on Poultry Breeds for me and Savannah which thrilled us to no end. I picked up some Double Yield and Boston Pickling cucumber seeds and we all got some delicious Pilgrim and Seven Grain bread down in the Flour Mill Bakery. We had planned to stop over to get some fresh milk, but the day got away from us and I was worn out.
Something I haven’t mentioned before now was my severe case of food poisoning last week before Mother’s Day. We had gone into Springfield to eat at one of the popular restaurants and I ordered my favorite, the Asian Chicken Salad. We liked the food there, but the atmosphere is incredibly loud and chaotic so after eating, we were anxious to leave. By that evening, I was beyond sick and I can tell you without a doubt that is was not the flu. The main symptoms passed quickly, but I still tire easily and my mind still feels slow too. Needless to say, we will never eat there again and I have vowed to be more cautious about what I eat and where it comes from. I don’t blame the restaurant and therefore won’t relay where it was. Food is shipped in from everywhere and we need to truly start watching what we eat and where it comes from. We are not used to not eating something because it was shipped in from another country, but we should really start paying attention to what we buy at the grocery store and ask for local produce or grow it ourselves. Eating at a restaurant, we have no earthly clue where it has come from and how it has been handled. That neglect of detail cost me dearly this past week so I share it as a bit of warning or advice to you.