And the rains come

We were spoiled earlier in the season, when a drought descended upon us in the form of weeks and weeks of bright, sunny, springtime weather.  Now we're in a stormy weather pattern which allows the sun tantalizing outings here and there and then pours buckets of water on top of us for days.  We're less affected physically by the forecast than we used to, but mentally days on end of clouds and fog are draining.

The chickens, no longer cute and fuzzy, are eating up their weight in grass, bugs and grain.  To make them move, we periodically move their grain bucket and their water, foricng them to explore the great outdoors and eat down our lawn in their perpetual search for sustenance. 

The garlic is scaping up, the chamomile is starting to flower, the strawberries are still green but rapidly becoming fruit.  The peas are growing up, the tomatoes are in the ground, the onion are bulbing.  Cucumbers, broccoli, cabbage and carrots are in the ground; corn and beans we haven't planted yet.   

In between raindrops and my day job, somehow we'll get all the firewood in. 

Apparently, DTV has arrived and disrupted the lives of millions of Americans who now  can't access their favorite channels.  We may or may not have TV--I don't know.  We haven't turned it on for months.  Maybe we will someday, if we have a rainy day in which there's nothing else to do. 

tags: back on the farm