Is This Really April?
The lilacs are a month ahead of schedule. Every day we remind ourselves that this is April and we are not behind, yet. It's time to plant corn when the oak leaves are the size of squirrel's ears and the leaves are beyond that. But we are still two weeks out from average frost. Who should we believe, nature or the calendar?
The bees are in their boxes. The chicks are in the cat-proof cages that the kids built last year. On nice days we can carry them outside for sunshine and bugs. The sheep and lambs are in the portable electric netting, chombing grass. The shearer comes on wednesday, so we are trying to stay close to the buildings for power. The steady progression of change is upon us.
All the early crops are in the ground and we had a little rain to get them seated. More rain would be fine. At least it is cool.
Ted and I started plowing for the peppers and tomatoes and eggplant. We want to use the oxen for this job but to get the feel of the plow, we pulled it with the tractor. This, I'm sure was a funny site for the nieghbors. Not the first time we have provided entertainment and I'm sure it won't be the last.