Garden and Guinea Rug

I do hope you had a really nice weekend. I hope spring is where you are and this will be a nice week.
I think when spring fever hits, it does make one a bit crazy. It is so hard to be in the house. There is so much to do and so much to see.

I thought I would show you a picture of The Field of Dreams 2015.

 

Yep, here is is, the place my old chicken coop was located. The Farmers Almanac said that Saturday and Sunday was the best day for planting peppers and tomatoes so we did just that. Ron had to haul 27 loads of soil back in to bring it up to even with the yard. But before he did that he used the disk to break up the hard pan. When I was reading East of Eden, John Steinbeck mentioned that underneath this layer of top soil it his layer of hard pan. He said, which I think the time period was about late 1800-1900s that the farmers would take dynamite and set the charges to break up the hard pan. We have that layer too and it is like cement. Ron was able though to get the disk to break it up and then bring in the top soil that is nice and sandy. You can now make shovel go all the way to the top of the handle above the shovel part, it is so nice.  I am going to plant sunflowers at the back so they will be against the fence. It is a little square so I can think of all kinds of possibilities.

 

These are the poor step children plants. I of course bought too many tomatoes, and I needed just one eggplant. Ron had some hoses he wasn't using so we planted these guys out by themselves in the pasture.
We will see which group does better, the ones out in the blistering heat or the ones that will be protected.
It gets so hot out there, I need to get a thermometer, and keep track of the difference in the heat.

I managed to finally finish up my guinea  rug. I think it will be called My Three Guineas. Now to bind it.

I like this rug. I might keep it. who knows though. It sure makes me wish I had a whole flock of guineas.

I got my jury summons in the mail. About the only good thing is it didn't come on my birthday. You know I try to never, ever break the law. I have sat and thought of ways I could be a felon if I could get out of this. I thought maybe if I blew up my mail box. Then I thought, why do I freak out so bad. I don't think I would mind if so bad if I could be on a trial say for a property dispute, or I wouldn't even mind a meth lab, but every single time I have gone, it is for the most heinous murders, child molestations, and horrible stuff like that. I am sick for months, heck years in some cases, and I have nightmares so bad for the next few months afterwards. I will go though and be a good citizen. Thank goodness I have two more weeks of freedom. I always enjoy being there once I get there, I see people I haven''t seen in years, I meet nice people. It is just the court room things. I don't like the part when they put me in the jury box, and question me about my life going back to the day I was born. Depending on the case. That is when I always feel like the accused has more rights than I do, at least they have a lawyer who will object when something is asked that shouldn't be.

Aw well, I am gong to enjoy these next two weeks and pray like crazy I don't get picked for a trial. In our local paper, there have been some really bad things going on and I am a little nervous about trials coming up.
I keep telling myself it is a privilege. I just wish it felt that way.

Have a great week!
~Kim~

“The life of faith is lived one day at a time, and it has to be lived - not always looked forward to as though the "real" living were around the next corner. It is today for which we are responsible. God still owns tomorrow.”
― Elisabeth Elliot- Let Me Be A Woman.