May has been an extraordinary month, weather-wise. Weeks of glorious sunshine and warm temperatures allowed us to get the whole garden planted, including the tomatoes and peppers. I can’t remember a time when I’ve planted this early; the usual scenario is a few warm, dry days that fool gardeners all over the Northwest into planting seeds just to have them languish in the cold mud.
But yesterday afternoon brought the first thunder/lightning storm of the year, which was pretty exciting, and a torrential downpour that splashed dirt all over the greens and containers. You know the kind. Regardless, the garden is looking fabulous, especially the shade plants (hostas, Japanese painted fern, impatiens and heuchera). I’ll get some photos posted soon.
I think this is going to be the best garden yet.
I followed through on my plans to get new peeps, as Assumpta went to the Great Coop in the Sky last September, after doing poorly for several months. One morning she didn’t get up, and I knew it was her time. I petted her, told her what a special chicken she was and went to work. Roo called 20 minutes later to let me know she had gone feets up, and she joined the ranks of all the critters that have gone before under Dicky’s Bush.
So anyway, we got three Barred Rocks from the feed store. One, nicknamed “Flippy” (because of super adorable wing feathers that stuck out from her wings like flippers) had to go back because she was very aggressive, even at a month old. In my infinite farming wisdom, I managed to exchange her for a peep that turned out to be a rooster.
So, this is how my morning goes. Margo (the mostly blind chicken) gives her peculiar bleating crow. The young rooster is suddenly inspired to test out his rusty little crow. Margo crows. The rooster crows. Repeat until they get bored. Neither of them really sound like a full-blown crow. It’s both hilarious and a little disturbing. I haven’t had The Talk with him yet, but it will go something like this: Be nice to the girls. Don’t even think of flogging us. Keep your yap shut. Or else.
Here’s a photo from early this month; they are now almost the size of footballs.
And here’s Stella, enjoying the sunshine from the confines of the basement. She really likes to watch the peeps when they’re out.
So what’s going on in your neck of the woods? How does your garden grow?