|My beautiful Ellie|
No crazy titles this time. Just to the point.
It is, or was, June the 4th today. Depending on when you read this.
How was your day?
When I get up in the morning, after the mandatory cup of Bridgehead coffee which I incidentally order by the 5 lb bag, I head out to do my small little routine of chores.
Joey is the first up. He really has to be. In fact he demands it, as does his faithful companion Mama Duck. I can hear him squealing as I throw open the overhead door to get to the feed. He's on a bit of a diet..so to get grain this morning is a treat. Lately it has been grass and he is totally underwhelmed. Try putting a pig on a diet. It is all about limiting choices and serving size.
|Old girl eggs|
|Mottled javas-the old girls|
Out they scoot into their courtyard. and after food and water, including lots of grass and comfrey plants, it is on to the younger chickens (2 yrs old), then Poley (Napoleon) the bunny
and the 3 Indian Runner ducks, who scurry to their dish by the pond as I pour in the grain.
I know when I get back in the house, Darwin will be sitting by the door, simply anticipating my next move
|My beagle boys, Darwin and Bandit|
When I get back, my sister Sue is working on my flower beds, which is in fact my entire front lawn. When we moved here in 1995, there was only some very sad grass. Now it is a jungle, one which every summer my sister attempts to tame and beautify with her weeding and flower planting. I have the best sisters.
My goal today was to see if I can till my fields yet - what a spring. June the 4th and I haven't been able to work the soil.
I pop on my little John Deere tractor and am pleasantly surprised. Looks good. Like really good. Maybe the garden will get planted this year.
I'm off the tractor a few times when I see people come for the veg plants. Lots of deals. My first customer only has $18 instead of the $20 I ask. Close enough.
He shouldn't have stopped at Tim Hortons for a coffee he says, and he would've had enough.
It is really quite okay. This last week, I've been giving people good deals..really good deals. Or I've tried. Most people just don't accept that and give me more than I ask. It's true.
Back on the tractor I hear the rumble of thunder and see the lightening in the distance. Ding dong bell. Really? More rain?
I keep going as long as I can, but when the lightening gets closer and the wind whips up, that's it. Into the house I go, but turn around when the doorbell rings. A lady has driven from Niagara on the Lake for plants, so we both get soaked to the bone looking for her choices. At least they are well watered now.
Lots more people come. Neighbours, more folks from around Niagara, and a dog loving couple who made the trek out our way to come here and also hit Big Country Kennels in nearby St Anns, for raw dog food for their dog, who had just been operated on for a brain tumour. I enjoyed talking to them. Dog lovers are kindred spirits. I've got to check out Big Country. 7 minutes away they tell me. They show me their copy of Garden Making Magazine (summer issue), which has a great article about tomatoes and mentions me. This is cool.
Great magazine. Beckie Fox, the editor was out on 'Tomato Days" and lives in Niagara on the Lake.
Another customer from Niagara on the Lake comes in. We talk about animal manure alternatives such as worm castings and compost, then she wonders what else there is to do out my way, now she's driven this far out. Wellandport Home Hardware I say, half-jokingly. But not really. It is the best store ever. They have everything and are the friendliest store I know. Well...they are tied with Minor Brothers for that title I guess. The feedmill.
Neither are her cup of tea, so I direct her back to Bowridge Herbs to see Roxanne and her great collection.
I puddle in the hoop house..weeding, planting, puddling.
That's a day. Hope tomorrow the sun shines. And I can get on the tractor again in a few days. But for now, I'm stopped up again.
I keep thinking about my favourite verse from the Bible, Ecclesiastes 3, verses 1-8.
To everything there is a season,
a time for every purpose under the sun.
A time to be born and a time to die;
a time to plant and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
a time to kill and a time to heal ...
a time to weep and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn and a time to dance ...
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing;
a time to lose and a time to seek;
a time to rend and a time to sew;
a time to keep silent and a time to speak;
a time to love and a time to hate;
a time for war and a time for peace.
So I wait. Again.
How was your day-your June 4, 2011?