On Saturday, Ron and I worked out in the boysenberries. We took out the thorny ones and moved plants around. I think we made it just in time as this week with it being warmer they are starting to bud. Berries are just the best for jam. When I made jam at Christmas it was like having distilled sunshine in the kitchen.
It has a smaller baby coming up to the right of it. I think we really should just grow artichokes out
here because artichokes are so forgiving to the heat and drought.
I have spent two days working in my flowerbeds. I finished the back one this afternoon. It was filled end to end with grass. I fed lots of it to my chickens then when they had enough I decided not to save it.
My rhubarb is growing so fast. We moved it here last year and kept it in those plastic containers. It really is too warm in Bako so we have moved it all over. Since it survived here so well we are going to go ahead and plant it here in the flowerbed. When I was weeding I found so many earthworms. It made me so happy. This place was a cattle pasture for years and years and then we built the house here. There were no worms. So to see them now is so nice. I even have a new leaf on my Comfrey. I do love my herbs. I need to get more mint this year.
I started my front flowerbed that has my hydrangeas. They are really starting to bud out. You can see I am not showing you the other side of the porch. Lets just say that this next flowerbed cleaning is going to be done with a shovel. It is so overgrown. It feels nice to have a few beds cleaned.
So that is a little bit of things I have done this week. You are asking yourself about now, " Can she move?"
I think this evening is going to be tough as I haven't reached my 10,000 steps yet. For some reason my fit bit doesn't know about gardening. I need to fix that.
I hope you have a wonderful evening, its time for me to go fix something for dinner.
Thank you so much for stopping by,
~Kim~
| It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade. ~Charles Dickens, Great Expectations |
