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Digging in the Vineyard

Three Einsett seedless grape vines went in the vineyard on Sunday.

We chose this variety because they ripen early, are very productive and have a hint of strawberry flavor.

Yum!

Ray dug the holes, the boys supervised and I mixed up the organic fertilizer.

The soil was like butter. The shovel went right through with barely any effort. Just for fun, we dug a hole in the yard to compare.

I had to use a ton of elbow grease and the soil itself was not as pretty.

It came out in big clay-like clumps that were difficult to break up.

The soil that rested beneath a thick layer of mulch was crumbly and the big clumps easily broke up with minimal effort.

It is amazing what a layer of mulch does for soil.

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Joe liked pouring the fertilizer over the roots of the newly planted grapes.

“It’s stinky!”

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It’s no surprise that it has an unpleasant smell.

With compost, molasses, apple cider vinegar, liquid seaweed and fish oil as the ingredients, it’s going to reek.

The plants, however, love it.

We used it to try and save the Autumn olives last year and we have two coming back this year.

We also used it when planting a few perennials at the end of the season. So far, the hydrangea and currants are the first to sprout.

Naturally, we decided to fertilize our new grapes with it too.

I know we won’t have fruit this year, but I’m looking forward to eating these yummy grapes.

The boys are too.

Planting in the wind and sun
Growing grapes for everyone
Rain and mulch will keep them fed
Care and love we all will spread

Cherry Blossoms

Everything on our homestead is blossoming, blooming and booming.

The sea berries are peppered with purplish buds.

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The aronia sports waxy green leaflets.

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The ground cover we transplanted last year is invading the fedge.

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The honeyberries have dusty green sprouts.

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But the fuzzy white blossoms on the cherry trees are the most exciting.

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We planted several cherry varieties. The trees, or rather shrubs, that are blooming are called Nanking Cherry.

We have a couple of apple varieties, some oak trees, a few willows we transplanted and three cherry varieties: Nanking, sugar sweet and an unknown root stock.

The Nankings, so far, are the only ones blossoming.

White, fuzzy, gorgeous blossoms.

Most of these trees bear fruit in the 3rd or 4th year, but the Nankings are supposed to fruit sometime in the 1st, 2nd or 3rd year.

This is the 3rd summer.

This is the season.

This is it.

So while the boys and Charlie played in the pond, and while Ray cleaned out the chicken coop, I stood admiring these beautiful new buds hoping for sweet, juicy fruit in late July.

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Such pretty blossoms
Budding and growing so white
Cherries in July

Big Bird(s)

The leghorns have transitioned from cute and fuzzy to awkward and moody.

They are quickly outgrowing their temporary home and it will soon be time to split them up.

Cute and fuzzy

Cute and fuzzy

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Awkward and moody

I’m replacing their bedding every other day and refilling their feed twice a day.

Their water constantly needs to be refilled, not because they drink it all, but because they like to soak their bedding in it.

I’m not even sure how they get that much straw in their water. I suspect that they are doing it on purpose.

“Let’s see how often we can get her to fill our water.”

“Yeah, and let’s kick all of our food out of this dish just to mess with her.”

“Quick, peck her hands while she’s cleaning our home!”

They are growing even more aggressive than the Red Stars or Rhode Island Reds ever were.

Except dear Pecky Greenleg.  She’s still just as sweet as the day we brought her home.

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Dear Pecky Greenleg

First cute and fuzzy
Now awkward and so moody
Grow from small to big

Stronger

Volunteers are always stronger and more resilient than seeds started indoors…at least in my experience.

Borage and mint invade the garden with a vengeance every year. I work tirelessly to ‘relocate’ these pesky but useful plants to the swales.

Tomatoes pop up all over the kitchen garden.

Dill becomes a fragrant forest if we let it…and we usually do.

The garlic chives I planted our first season on the homestead has come back for the past three years. It’s the first to break through and is stronger, more fragrant and more aggressive every season.

Yet, we don’t use it much in cooking. I throw some in eggs every so often add a few sprigs to add flavor to sour cream, but I mostly forget it’s even there.

Then why did we plant chives?

The spiky blades send cabbage worms, aphids, Japanese beetles and slugs packing.

The fragrant shoots have beautiful purple flowers.

The gorgeous flowers attract bees and butterflies.

Chives are useful weapons and gentle friends.

Seedlings have more of a battle. Some will valiantly fight and win, but others will weakly give up and lose.

The survivors though, they will be stronger for their struggles.

Working, striving through the earth
Reaching, stretching to the sun
Spiky, lush and fragrant
Blowing softly in the breeze
Chives breaks through

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Growing, struggling through the soil
Craving, yearning for some light
Spindly, poor and meager
Seedlings rise up

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The Chicken Whisperer

Joe is always excited when we let the chickens out to roam.

He always wants to come out and chase them around, pick them up and shoo them from the garden.

He always talks to them, pets them and calls them by name.

“Come back here Yellow!”

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The chickens run from Ray and me. They want nothing to do with us. In fact, we usually have to resort to using a net to catch them.

Yet, they let Joe pick them up without so much as a caw-caw or a peep.

I’m not saying they like it. I really don’t think they do. But as soon as he runs to them, they squat down, bracing for the inevitable.

They even fearlessly eat from his hand.

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I don’t pretend to understand it. I just know that when they are running from me, I call my little Chicken Whisperer to catch them and put them away.

A magical touch
Running at the fleeing birds
Shouting, “Here Yellow!”

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Seedling Report

I’ve been remiss in reporting on the progress of my seedlings.

The progress of my seedlings
I’m happy to report
They almost all have sprouted
Some very tall, some short

The peppers are still hiding
The tomatoes all still small
The cabbage in the milk jug
Is doing best of all

The amaranth’s a beauty
Three kinds grow swiftly through
There’s globe and love-lies-bleeding
Orange Giant, Red Calaloo

There’s herbs and greens a’plenty
And broccoli’s on the rise
My happy little seedlings
Don’t judge them by their size

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Little Gardeners

Today we planted carrots
Two kinds of lettuce too
The boys had their own garden
They knew just what to do

They raked, they dug, they planted
They scattered many seeds
I watched, I smiled, I chuckled
As they pulled all the weeds

My little guys are marvels
They love to plant and grow
I hope they keep this wonder
And teach their kids to sow

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My happy little gardeners

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Joe and Jake built a “worm home” after we finished planting for the day.

Garden Burglars

We have a couple of burglars in the garden.

Our carrots go missing, our broccoli disappears and our cherry tomatoes are stolen away by known bandits.

They blatantly pick broccoli.

They flagrantly take tomatoes.

They  shamelessly confiscate carrots.

They don’t even try to hide their actions.

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Last year I over planted the broccoli and we had plenty of volunteer cherry tomatoes, but we only dug up 4 or 5 carrots.

Well, only dug up 4 or 5.

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This year, I’m determined to grow a bunch of carrots. I’m bent on planting so many varieties that there will be plenty to share with bunnies and bandits.

I’ll even have the boys plant their own patch to tend.

I highly doubt that any carrots from their garden will make it inside.

The boys ate all the carrots
I caught them in the act
They didn’t try to hide it
They ate their healthy snack

I love that they are happy
To garden, plant and grow
They love their yummy carrots
Our sneaky Jake and Joe

Peeps

They’re here!

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I picked up 26 chicks at the post office this morning and they are now peeping in the garage under a heat lamp with plenty of food, water and warmth.

They came in this tiny box…not much bigger than a shoe box.

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In all, we have 26 Pearl White Leghorns. They threw in one extra for free!

The rare one is an Ameraucanas…I think. It’s gray with a greenish tinted leg. The handwritten label on the box said “Green Leg” and in googling I found that the Ameraucanas are sometimes called Green Legs or Easter eggers.

It’s the most skittish and likes to hide under the other chicks. I sure hope we don’t have any bullies when they get older.

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Twenty-seven fuzzballs
One unique and rare
The others are all leghorns
And now they’re in our care

There’s sugar in their water
There’s vitamins in their feed
They peep, they shake, they shiver
We’ll give them all they need

They’ll grow into great layers
Bright white their eggs will be
Except the rare unique one
I bet it will be green

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Pick Up Sticks

Sunday was glorious! We spent all afternoon outside doing chores and working in the yard.

The boys played pick up sticks, proud of the pile they created and ready to roast marshmallows.

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Ray cleaned out the chicken coop. The girls were happy to stretch their legs and hunt for scraps in the yard. One bold hen was brave enough to belligerently squawk at me. I think she was expecting more kitchen scraps.

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My little workers helped me clean up the kitchen garden. We pulled giant stalks of broccoli. I was amazed at the root system these tiny trees had developed.

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Once cleaned up, we spread some wood ash the neighbors gave us in the garden.

Wood ash adds potassium to the soil, so we are using it in the kitchen garden to balance out the nitrogen that the chickens have been “supplying” all winter.

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Then, we went to check the pond. Jake was splashing with one of the sticks he found and Joe was tromping through the mud when I saw a streak of orange splash through the muck.

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One of the goldfish we released last year had survived.

When we put them in, they were about the size of a nickel. This one had grown to the size of a dollar bill.

I couldn’t believe it! I was so excited to see it…perhaps even more excited than the boys. The spot it was swimming in was pretty shallow, so we used our chicken catching net to move it to the deeper pond.

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There were plenty of tadpoles and bugs for it to feast on so I’m hoping to see it grow even more this season.

We are going to dig out the pond more this year and fix it so that it will hold water all the time. Then, we’ll add more fish.

Fishy, fishy please come here
Fishy, fishy be a dear
Fishy, fishy you survived
Fishy, fishy you’re alive!