The Weather Outside is Delightful

Some may say its frightful.

But not me.

Some Can Handle It

And not just me, Bet and the resident weather watcher, we love it, the peas love this stuff and if I were braver the early cole crops would have been transferred out to the Market Garden already as well to love it.   But instead they are biding their time along with the onions snuggled in the cold frame because I’m chicken and read too much. 

The seed propagatin’ info basically says that even in the PNW I shouldn’t have started my early spring planted coles yet.  But I did.  I’ve done it in the past because I get antsy and this time mostly ‘cuz about a month or so ago I was bored and had some old seed that I was too cheap to throw out. 

Most of the seed came up and is doing well in spite of the lack of light even in the Hippy Hot Hut, known more for its thermal capacity and not its light gathering capacity.

The Proof is in the Puddin’

So how do I know I could be braver?  Well there is the left over broccoli in a seed flat, I just didn’t have room for more flats of pricked out seedlings in six packs to go in the cold frame, and the few swiss chard are also not residing in the cold frame for lack of room.  But the Hippy Hot Hut is now propagating petunias and snapdragons and the fuchsias have moved in, so the temp is going up, on purpose with the wood heater and by nature and design when we have actual days of sun.

So the warm toasty Hippy Hot Hut was no place to be for a cold lovin’ cole crop and his Swiss buddy, besides I did say they were left overs did I not?  So the flat of extra broccoli, the ones too puny to bother with and the Swiss Chard sit right outside the Hippy Hot Hut.  Its one of those moves I do often.  Experiment failed, this time because too many of the old seed germinated, and I don’t want to just toss them and thereby kill them out right, so I leave them outside, knowing full well, by all that is knowledge, that they will die and then I can toss them. 

Oh but they haven’t died.  In spite of being frozen solid in their little seed flats that are actually missing most of the soil because of the ones that I did prick out, these little soldiers are marching on.  No, no one is gargantuan, but they are still alive.

So next week, when it is nice and wet and warm, I’m going to decide for certain which bed gets the early coles and out they go, and so will the onions, it is high time they cleared out.  Of course I will throw a little floating row cover on everyone for what it is worth.  But the fellows that are sitting outside the HHH in the seed flats, they will probably get left behind.  

I will do my best to keep you posted on my experiment.  Whether you want to or not.  Kinda like you’re a kid and you’ll eat your broccoli cuz mom said so sorta thing.

The Eyes Have It!

So on to humorous things, like me trying to deal with self-inflicted negligent-precipitated eye injuries.  I have to say up front, how the heck do you not rub an eye!  Especially when it hurts! I just wanna rub, scrub and grind away at my eyes both of them even.  But now even my right eye hurts.  I have not put in my right contact since arriving home on Tuesday. 

I have been amazing myself at keeping up on the anti-biotic drops every four hours for the left eye and since the right eye is hurting I have not put the drops in it because I wasn’t told to.  I amaze even myself.  And I’ve done my best to rest my eye, which by the way, aside from sleeping (and it still hurts even after being closed all night) resting my eye is near impossible.  but I promised humor not whining so here it is.

The eye glasses I ordered could take from six days to two weeks, most likely the two weeks, contacts aren’t going in much sooner, half because the eye has to be all healed up and half ‘cuz they have to be made as well.  So how does the near blind bat see? 

An old pair. But why, you, Clever Reader you, ask, have I not worn the glasses at the first sign of irritation and trouble?  Well first off, the prescription was lousy on these glasses the day I got them, and if my contacts were five years old according to the doc, the glasses have to be ten or fifteen years old.  Add to that the fact that they have been missing a bow (the thing that goes over the ear and holds them on and up (or down as the case may be), for quite some time.

But Handy Man to the rescue.  Dirt took one of his old glasses apart from me after I figured that all fifteen pair of my dollar store sunglasses wouldn’t work because the junction was way too big and my reading glasses, that I never use, are too small.

He thought for sure the pair he picked were of similar size but in spite of his efforts to machine them to work together I still ended up with nerd-a-licious glasses to wear for the next two weeks.  Suffice it to say, that even if I don’t get as much snow as Anna did (eighteen inches) and it melts as quick as it came, I am considering myself snowed it and unable to go to town for anything.

Lamb Photos

I’ll end today’s post with a requested picture, some folks think I oughta have daily pics of the lambs.  

I really wanted Bettos to be our lamb spokesperson so I won’t tell much, just give ya what ya want, a lamb pic or two. 

We’ll just call these, “the struggle of gettin’ started in life”.