Right now all we do is wait. Wait for the garden to sprout, wait for the eggs to hatch, wait for the pigs to arrive, wait for the first time to cut the grass (already?!), wait and see how many more shoots come up in the "greenhouse", etc. Obviously there are little tasks to do, turn the grow lights on and off, turn the eggs, water the garden, but for now the predominant mood is ..expectation.
We are up to 19 tomato plants inside. I love tomatoes, but I don't think I can eat more than 3 plants worth. I foresee a lot of canning late this summer, and homemade salsas and marinara. Many people have already commented that they are going to raid our garden so maybe I won't have quite the surplus I envision.
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Since you are doing nothing but waiting, why don't you get off your fat Wisconsin ass and dig a new well for your brewery?
Gee Gunnar, that is not a very nice thing to say. Children may read your comments you know!
But the answer to your question is: Because I don't have any well drilling machinery.
If you find a good salsa recipe please share.
I apologize. That was mean and un-called for. I will re-phrase the question:
Why don't you get off your skinny Wisconsin posterior and dig a new well for your brewery?
Is it true that you will be contract brewing for Miller on your farm?
your blog is refreshing - i will visit often. my roses are in full bud just teeming to blossom. my home is less than 50 feet each side from both my neighbors. their lawns are manicured with treatments and chemicals. they began the first of March. for me, I love my dandelions, wild onions, evergreen vinca, little purple and pink groundcover that come up every spring. we finally had to do the 1st mow last week but always set the blade high so within the next two days most of my color is back. there are so many beautiful things about early spring in Virginia. tj aunt to bj not bk
I've got a spade and a pick-axe
And a hundred miles square of land to churn about
My old horse is weary but sincerely
I believe that he can pull a plough
Well I've moved into the jungle of the agriculture rumble,
To grow my own food
And I'll dig and plough and scrape the weeds
Till I succeed in seeing cabbage growing through
Now I'm a farmer, and I'm digging, digging, digging, digging, digging
Now I'm a farmer, and I'm digging, digging, digging, digging, digging
It's alarming how charming it is to be a-farming
How calming and balming the effect of the air
Well, I farmed for a year and grew a crop of corn
That stretched as far as the eye can see
That's a whole lot of cornflakes,
Near enough to feed New York till 1973
Cultivation is my station and the nation
Buys my corn from me immediately
And holding sixty thousand bucks, I watch as dumper trucks
Tip New York's corn flakes in the sea
Now I'm a farmer, and I'm digging, digging, digging, digging, digging
Now I'm a farmer, and I'm digging, digging, digging, digging, digging
It's alarming how charming it is to be a-farming
How calming and balming the effect of the air
Now look here son
The right thing to say
Isn't necessarily what you want to say
The right thing to do
Isn't necessarily what you want to do
The right things to grow
Ain't necessarily what you want to grow
Your own happiness
Doesn't necessarily teach you what you want to know
Well I'm suntanned and deep, so's the horse
And my hands are deeply grained
Old horse is a-grazing, it's amazing
Just how lazily he took the strain
Well my pick and spade are rusty,
Because I'm paid on trust to leave my square of cornfield bare
It's alarming how charming it is to be a-farming
How calming and balming the effect of the air
When you grow what I grow
Tomatoes, potatoes, stew, eggplants ...
Potatoes, tomatoes ... gourds
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