The spring we’ve been waiting for three years has finally arrived. A week of dry weather! Subsequently we’ve been very busy.
We’ve had record-breaking heat the last few days, although last week we had a hard enough frost to set back covered tomatoes in the greenhouse, and nip the hardy kiwi in the buds too. I was sad about the kiwi, but took great joy in seeing blackened tips on the Himalayan blackberries. Bittersweet that frost. You know you’re old when you start telling stories about the worst sunburn you ever had, and it was the last time Oregon had record-breaking May heat and it was in the 70′s Now I’m just tanning my raven’s feet around my eyes!
When you live in a marginal farming area like I do, you remember the once every 7 year pear harvest and you can pear sauce to beat the band. This year I think I’ll be able to replenish the applesauce stash too! We’ll be in tall cotton come September when it comes to apples, pears and prunes
Despite the warm weather, and the frost, I’m just about ready to start planting some garden. It’s funny how the first sunny day everyone thinks they are late planting, or cutting hay, and really for here, it’s just about right to start planting, not late, just right. The cows are settled into the once a day paddock shift, they are growing heavy with calf, as is Jane. I’m projecting thoughts about Jane’s grandma, Lee, onto Jane. Hardly a sweeter cow lived, never lifted a hoof, or tried any shenanigans at milking time. Fingers crossed the sweetness skips a generation, Jane’s mama Della had to “ease” into the milking routine, we made it through but I was about 14 years younger at the time…
Anyway, just a quick report from this neck of woods, I have to fly at it now. What’s happening at your digs?