The greenhouse thermometer read 30 degrees this morning, versus an outdoor temperature of 23. I'd like to think the manure pile in the greenhouse is making a difference, but I suppose the gauges could be faulty. The warmer days are helping my 10 varieties of lettuce grow faster than they were.
I'm getting into a habit of every third day stopping by the woodshed to practice using the heavy-duty splitting maul I ordered from Lehman's a few years ago (http://www.lehmans.com/store/Stoves___Wood_Cutting__Splitting__and_Hauling___Heavy_Duty_Splitting_Maul___12450), well worth the $50 investment. My lessons began with the black walnut tree cut down by request of the family of the fellow who ran into it on May 10, 2010. I probably could have dropped the maul on a walnut chunk and watched it split, but I needed to perfect my aim and my swing because a pile of locust waits for me. A month ago, I gave the locust a try and failed miserably. Now I've graduated and am able to add some of that yellow wood, nicely split, to our backstairs bin.
After emptying my cup of apple cider vinegar tea and doing a tiny bit of work "in my office," it's usually time for a morning run. Last night I realized our bank account was dwindling, so this morning the bank was my destination. "You still running?" the teller asked, not impressed by the stocking pulled over my face and the pistol in my hand. "Always, unless I'm injured" was my answer. The branch is a little more than 3 1/2 miles from our house, so I added a detour to make an 8-mile loop. As I left Glasgow, Randy waved from his garage, which is stuffed full of things he's trying to sell. "Since we built this house, we've parked a car in the garage twice," he told me, "been admiring your greenhouse, started plants myself last year, we'd like to drop by for a tour some day." Please do, I said. A few years ago we traded sweet corn for green peppers.
I read the local weekly over a late breakfast, then resumed what I started yesterday -- garden fence building. Because I dug 17 holes yesterday, I had to match that today, leaving only 16 to finish, tomorrow I hope.
"To keep out the deer?" asks Virginia.
No, the chickens. My little yellow mesh fences, mentioned in earlier blog entries, haven't worked well except for the first few days after we trim wings. I figure a 6-foot fence will do a better job and reduce feather-clipping to a monthly task. The fence will only extend along two sides of the garden area. Let's hope the chickens don't wander all the way around.
Garden Gate Gown
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