April 3rd, 2008



Yesterday was a bit too exciting for this time of year. It started when I woke up with a painful knot in my right shoulder. Gee, I guess it's less than two weeks to the 15th.

The Dude is home with a sore throat, cough, low-grade fever. Gee, let's not catch that in the final two weeks before the 15th. (Though I do hope it isn't serious, I'm not that unfeeling.)

And it ended with a chicken taking off in the coop a bit too high and landing on my head instead of my shoulder. I think I'll wash my hair.

Frog Out

Walkabout Farm

We have been here almost six years now. Five years ago, we asked the neighbors who breed Herefords on their 20 acres (that block us from the main road) if they would mind if we dug out a weedy, poison-ivy, scraggy, hedgerow along their fence line and replaced it with, well, forsythia. They didn't mind. The previous owners of our property were the ones who let the fenceline deteriorate. The Dude and my dad spent the late fall and early winter digging out the hedgerow completely. Weekend after weekend of work.

My father is a mad gardner who thinks BIG. Really big. Our ten acres is about right for his scope. That first spring, my father and Weatherdude planted 100 sticks 3 feet apart because forsythia was a plant we could all agree on. The next spring they planted another 100 mail-ordered sticks. Dad watered and loved and we put cow manure (from the neighbors pile) onto some of these sticks. Each spring he and I have trimmed these "sticks" after they bloom, which is the correct time to prune them.

We have begun to realize his vision...was he mad or a visionary? Collapse )