Scenes from around Crooked Acres.
Green beans. I spent two and a half hours working in the garden yesterday morning and ended up with a bucket of green beans and two rows of heavily pruned tomatoes. I have more pruning to do and some other odds and ends, so it’s another gardening morning for me, SIGH.
Cantaloupe!
That’s our very happy row of cantaloupes and watermelons! To the right at the end of the row is where our cucumbers are growing, and to the left are squash plants that desperately need to be weeded (but don’t hold your breath).
We may get a couple of peaches this year, yet.
One of the tomatoes I pulled to feed to the chickens. Chickens LOVE tomatoes, and so they get all the tomatoes that are seriously cracked or have a lot of worm holes. A couple of days ago I spotted a tomato that had a single bite taken out of it. I really need to get a game cam set up on the garden so I can see exactly what goes through there!
Okra flower. These are the prettiest flowers, probably my favorite. Too bad they grow into okra and didn’t just stay pretty flowers!
Squash flower.
Pattypan squash and a visiting spider.
Watermelon!
Watermelon flower.
I like the pattypan squash because I think they look cool. They’re a pain in the butt to deal with, though.
Jalapeno.
Cayennes. I pick them when they’re ripe, dry them in the dehydrator, and then grind them into powder.
Pretty sure this is going to end up a Bhut Jolokia “Ghost” pepper, which is the hottest pepper in the world, or so I’m told. Given that even jalapenos are too hot for me, I don’t intend to partake of any of the Ghost peppers, thank you.
Rows of tomatoes. To the left are peppers. To the right is a half row of tomatoes, and at the end of that row are the eggplants.
Eggplant!
On our fantabulous compost heap, which is covered with huge tomato plants, this watermelon plant all of a sudden showed up. God bless the compost heap!
George comes out from under the chicken coop to see if perhaps I have a snack for him.
Slacker puppy. Doesn’t he look just a bit embarrassed?
Mama hen and her two babies.
Chickens LOVE tomatoes.
Gatherin’ ’round for tomato time.
He’s hit that gawky stage.
Two girl piggies in the wallow, and the third headed that way – ’til they saw me, of course.
“You haz snack for us?” Not this time, girls, sorry.
In the front room is a fireplace that we don’t use. Up in that fireplace is a ledge. Back when Kara was our foster, she disappeared one day and I was frantic, sure she’d gotten outside and ran away. Then she reappeared. Then she disappeared. Then I saw her coming out of the fireplace. She doesn’t hang out up there any more, but apparently Elwood figured out that he could hang out on that ledge (he cannot climb any further up the chimney, though, if he could, we’d block it off). Last night, Fred realized that Elwood was hanging out up there. I’m sure it was cooler up there than in the rest of the house!
Little ladies love them some Macushla. He’s such a ladies’ man.
Clove and Maggie.
Sweet, silly Declan.
Clearly the McMaos were fond of this bed!
Maggie and Macushla.
Clove and Cilantro. I love their stripes and spots!
Macushla, laying like a frog. I love it when they lay like this.
Bed full o’ McMaos.
Sweet Miss Clove.
Kara on her platform in the back yard.
Previously
2010: Take THAT, bad boys.
2009: That right there is what we call a “no-shitter.”
2008: All in all, a very good weekend.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: It doesn’t have that ring of finality to it, that “I’m ending this goddamn email, see?” air.
2004: Why the fucking hell shouldn’t men cheat on beautiful women?
2003: Could I be more boring, yammering on about my email address?
2002: No entry.
2001: No entry.
2000: I guess I should clean under the couch a little more often, huh?