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Planting My Vegetable Garden

My Vegetable garden

The soft smell of lilacs and the Robin warning me to stay away from her nest kept me company as I worked on my vegetable garden yesterday.

I tossed each brick into the wheelbarrow, then peeled up the faded and soggy cardboard that I used to cover the garden over the winter.  Underneath the seasoned donkey manure just needed to be turned and a few weeds, along the edges, pulled.

I stored the cardboard in the barn for our Summer Solstice fire.

This year I put in a variety of bean seeds that Marsha and Hannah sent me.  Also some dill, cilantro and basil seeds.  I have onion plants and sweet potato plants that Jon gave me.   And I bought cucumber, tomato, pepper, cauliflower, and tomatillo plants from a local organic farmer.

Last year my garden had as many flowers in it as vegetables.  The Hollyhocks towered above the fence and the Morning Glories grew thick on the rebar trellis at the center.

This year we’re eating a lot more vegetables. So I moved the Hollyhocks and planted cucumbers, which I’ve had little luck with in the past, where the Morning Glories were.

It’s my first time planting sweet potatoes and onions both of which will ripen in the fall.  I never would have planted cauliflower before, but now Jon eats it raw as a snack.

I mulched my garden with old hay as I usually do.

I worked on it in the morning and then again in the afternoon when the heat wasn’t as bad.  It felt so good to have my bare feet and hands in the earth again. I hosed them both off when I was done, the icy well water cooling me and cleaning me up at the same time.

Staying Cool

Issachar, Liam, Lori and Socks

The sheep were lined up along the outside of the barn and inside the pole barn this morning, trying to find the best place to stay cool.

The cats barely move from the back porch and the chickens find shade in and around the apple tree.

Jon, Zinnia and Bud spend the hottest part of the day in his office which has an airconditioner.  I keep the curtains closed and the fans going in the rest of the house for me and Fate.  We’re a bit more heat tolerant than they are.

Sitting With The Donkeys

Jon and Lulu

Yesterday Jon pulled up a chair (the one the donkeys often turn over and use to scratch themselves on) in the barnyard to try out his new camera.

Before he could even think to take a picture, Lulu came over to him.   The donkeys love attention and after the cold winter when all of our patience is short,  it’s easy to forget that sitting with the donkeys is a peaceful and nourishing way to spend time.

So yesterday Jon and I decided to be more conscious of spending a little time each day sitting with the animals.

Today we sat under the apple tree with Zinnia and Fate.  The hens quickly joined us and so did the wind.  It rang Ed’s frying pan windchime and got the branches and leaves dancing over our heads.

My Scrap Quilt Almost Done

I finished designing my quilt today, but I still don’t have a name for it.  That will come, I’m sure, as they always do when I finish it up.

I was struck by the similarity between some of the triangle shapes in the quilt and the shelves in the woodshed.  I’m always intrigued when I see a color, shape or pattern show up in my art that I later notice comes from something that I see often enough for it to get into my subconscious.

I didn’t cut those triangle pieces of fabric, they were in the bag of scraps that Nancy sent me.  But I did choose to create that specific pattern with them.

I do have someone who is interested in this quilt.  But I like to finish a quilt before having someone commit to it. So they will have first choice.  If they decide it’s not right for them I’ll be putting it up for sale.

The shelves in the woodshed
Some of the “shelves” in my quilt


Nourishing Tears Potholders For Sale

Nourishing Tears I  For sale in my Etsy Shop. 

I took that break from working on my quilt and made the Nourishing Tears Potholders today.  I filled my pre-orders and made four more potholders to sell in my Etsy Shop.

I think these potholders speak for themselves.  I will say that they are all made on Vintage Hankies and each eye was inspired by the flowers that were on the hankies.

I drew each one with my free-motion sewing machine and you can read about the first Nourishing Tears thread drawing that inspired the potholders here. 

Each potholder is $25 + $5 shipping for one or more. You can buy them here.

Nourishing Tears Potholder II
Nourishing Tears Potholder III
Nourishing Tears Potholder IV


Counting My Sheep

I always count the sheep when I bring them in from the pasture to make sure they’re all back. This morning it was Liam who didn’t come back with the rest of the sheep, this afternoon it was Lori.

Liam didn’t seem to realize the rest of the sheep were back at the barn.  I moved him along walking behind him with my arms up.  At first he hesitated and tried to get around me.  But then he looked around and saw he was all alone in the pasture.

He called out and some of the sheep back at the barn answered.  That’s when he started running back to the barn.

Healthy sheep do not want to be alone.

While Liam didn’t know he was alone, Lori seemed content to be just on the other side of the gate after the rest of the sheep came through it this afternoon. I closed the gate so the other sheep wouldn’t go back out because I knew Lori wouldn’t want to stay in the pasture if she couldn’t see the other sheep.

After all the rest of the sheep went into the polebarn it didn’t take Lori long to come to the gate.   I opened it just enough so she could run in.

And she did.

What We Remember, What We Forget

I took Fate to the Vet for her shots this morning.  It was the first time in over two years that I was able to go into the office.

I imagine it’s easier and more efficient for the doctors and technicians to get their work done without us people there.  And Dr. Suzanne Fariello said that some people prefer to wait in their cars and read.

It certainly isn’t necessary for me to go into the Vet’s office for a routine visit. And I did cringe a bit when I was in the small exam room so close to two other people even though we had our masks on.

It will take some getting used to again.

I always enjoy talking to  Suzanne. She’s impressive in how she’s grown her Veterinary business.  There is an ease to how the office runs and you can tell by the attitudes of the people who work there that it is a good environment to be in.

I also appreciate the young interns learning how to hold Fate and draw blood from her.  Fate is content to be held and scratched and cooed at even if she is getting poked and prodded.  Nicole one of the technicians, who used to farm sit for us, always makes sure to trim Fate’s rogue nail that grows longer than the rest.

And I got to see Jon’s photos hanging on the wall in the exam room of Red, Fate and the sheep.  It took seeing those pictures to realize how my flock has changed.  The four rescue Romneys were there, thick with two years worth of wool.  I had to look closely to distinguish Zelda from Liam.

Suzanne spoke lovingly of Red.  Although she only saw him when he came to the Vet, she said he was one of her favorite dogs and she likes having his photo in the office.

It was such a strange thing the first time I went to the Vet when covid hit and I had to wait outside. Now it’s unusual to go inside. And for a moment, I couldn’t remember the names of all four of the Romneys.  I don’t need to think about Red every day but it was nice to see him again in the picture.

I find it curious what we remember and the things we forget. And how we adapt to change so what was once natural can, over time, become unfamiliar.

When Fate was a puppy she used to sleep on my shoes all the time.  When we got back from the Vet, I found her under the dining room table using my sneakers as a pillow. Maybe, after getting three different needles this morning, she was finding comfort in something she was remembering too.

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