|Down in one of the reservoirs|
|December 15 out my back door|
Just before this rain, I got the favas and lupini's in . (Edible lupines).
I'd planted faro, but I suspect the little tweeters got it all. They ate the lettuce too! But turnips, parsnips, radishes, greens and other crops were planted before the deluge, so I'm hoping that turnips don't come up in the driveway!
It's halfway through December and I'm just thinking about what to plant next year. It's been unseasonably warm. There are still flowers on beans, and limas and tomatoes in the field.
Last spring I had one extra Sungold tomato, so I put it out my backdoor.
We actually harvested the last of the melons on Thanksgiving and hope to serve them up on Christmas. So you see, seed choosing is not as easy as it once was.
Will there be bugs? I'm thinking, no frost, lots of moisture....ewwww...there will be bugs.
I've selected some peppers, tomatoes and eggplant to start for January. Now I have to move onto broc, cauli, cabb, chard, leeks, onions and more peas. I planted peas in early November and they're up, but I really want to plant more.
I'll have to rummage the seed storage and see what's out there. We had a lot of problems with brassica bugs at the end of the season, so I'm thinking not as many rows of those.
Speaking of brassicas, here's a couple of interesting monsters.
Thank heaven for rain. Thank you thank you, did I say thank you? I'm eternally grateful, as hey look at the garlic! And many thanks to Joseph for so carefully growing garlic for us.
Zack besides working his regular job has been helping me do tool repairs. Man, he's great at this. It's one of those jobs that I keep putting off, which results in a barn full of shovels with no handles.
Take a look at some of these poor tools. These two sledges were really sad...nails put in them to hold the heads on. They're gorgeous now. Cleaned up with new handles.
And just in time to deal with the Eucy tree that bit the dust, a newly repaired splitting maul. To be fair, I did not break these tools. I tend to break things like forks. I've broken the same fork three times. It's embarrassing. In the summer the soil just gets so darn hard, that I break them.
My days of using mauls and sledges are gone. I content myself to breaking simpler things like pitchforks. I took the after picture before Zack had time to polish up the metal. But I was just so tickled. Nothing better than a barn full of tools that work, even if I'm getting too old to swing some of them.
Hope your days are Merry & Bright. I'm just singing in the rain!