14 entries categorized "gardening"

I'm Not Complaining About the Weather, But...

Spring 2009 on the Gulf Coast by you.

I read a book several years ago that includes a line I've never forgotten:

Never complain about anything, not even the weather. 

I remember that line often, but that doesn't mean it has absorbed yet.  I do complain sometimes...  Especially when we're breaking heat records here and God hasn't taken a turn watering the garden in weeks (careful now, I might get a flood for that!).

I'm not complaining when I say this, but...it's blasted hot down here these days!

Okay, so maybe I am complaining a little bit.  Finding some forgotten photos of Spring today didn't help me feel any cooler. 

Spring 2009 on the Gulf Coast by you.

Canadians, enjoy our most pleasant weather.  We want it back very soon!

Spring is Busy

These are busy days on the Gulf Coast. The farmer is busy, the birds are busy, the festival-planners are busy, even the plants are busy...

Radishes March 3, 2008 by you.

...everything, it seems, is busy with something Springy. 

I'm mostly "busy" with being lazy in the sunshine and breezes, because I know that soon Summer will come and along with that the bugs will come and the sun will get so close so as to smother me (or so it will feel).  When I'm not busy-lazy, I'm hurrying up and planting while it's "time" for such things as planting.

Sweet Peas in the Garden by you.

Our family garden usually gets about as far as you see there, or perhaps a spindly bit further, but that's about it.  I don't know if it's that we lose interest or that we need to do more to the soil (or perhaps it has something to do with that "laziness," hmm?). 

But this year, thanks to the current economic crisis whatever, I think I'll try a bit harder to get these babies to grow to adolescence if not full-fledged maturity. 

What are you doing these days?

There is Pollen on the Windows

...of our vehicles.

The azalea blossoms are opening.

The birds are happily chirping.

The bugs aren't hibernating.

Nobody is shivering.

And the wildflowers are blooming...

Day Four 01/04/2009 Wildflowers from the Kids by you.

I know this is the Gulf Coast, but we're breaking records here.

It's January, for crying out loud.  Weather, act like it!  I want to set a log in the fireplace at least once in January.


It Sure is Summery Around Here

I should have waited until the official First Day of Summer (Friday, right?), but when I get a whim, I get a whim, so I switched my banner out tonight and turned the fonts as close to periwinkle blue ~ Florida sky blue ~ as I can get them.  "Summery" is the word I think of when I see our Little Gal peeking over a railing at her Daddy's softball game recently.

And "Summery" is how I felt today, when, for the first time since my ankle injury, I was able to walk down our backyard hill to see my chickens (one of whom surprised us with a chick trailing behind her!) and my garden, full of zinnias that make me smile and rambling vines like yellow squash, watermelon and zucchini. 

Here in the Deep South our weather shines best from October to May, but there isn't much to complain about the (hot, humid) Summer days, if you stop to pay attention to what's good.

So why can't we celebrate Summer a few days early?

The Garden Chicks

Since they are too young to do the baby garden plants much damage, we took a bucket of chicken to the garden.  I know, I could have said "we took our baby chicks..." but don't you think "bucket of chicken" is more hilarious?  (I am so easily self-amused, let me tell you)

Most were scared to come out.  I guess baby garden plants would look like huge trees to a teeny thing.

This one looks particularly confused.

That fellow (er, gal, we hope) above is a "Jersey Black Giant" breed.  We haven't had that type of chicken before, but our little guy wanted his chickens to be black ones. 

The ones below are all Ameraucana, or Auraucana, chickens.  They are also called the Easter Egg Chickens by many (purists don't like this, but it's fine by me).  This breed lays blue and green eggs, and ones that are rather pinkish.  We have a few grown chickens of this breed and love those gals for their predictability (I want to know I have eggs waiting in the coop in the afternoon!), good mothering (if you so choose to allow it), and a generally peaceful attitude (always a desired thing in a barnyard chicken coop). 

1. onion chick, 2. chicks in the garden, 3. chick "say what?", 4. ameraucana twins, 5. ameraucana chick, 6. ameraucana on a log

The chicks scratched, pecked, flapped, and tweeted in the garden, until, exhausted and cold (baby chicks are almost always cold, it seems), they huddled into one massive heap in the corner. 

chicks huddled

Back to the heat lamp, gals. 

Oh, but I could look at those fuzzy bottoms all day long, couldn't you?