It's Sunny with 80 Per Cent Chance of Rambling

as I type.  The cold front that swept through here Friday and Saturday night dropped the temps to freezing at night but the days have been in the fifties. Today back into the sixties.

My sister, Marcy, plucked and gathered and shared the bounty from her garden.  With a positive outlook she draped the remaining plants with sheets to help them survive.

In our part of the country we don't get cold and stay cold.  There may be another frost tomorrow or it may be a week or two.  We have learned to keep the garden going as long as we can.  We have all kinds of peppers, turnips, tomatoes, and many greens. I even have green tomatoes growing in my worm bed!!!  Check here for the beginning of my worm bed.

The worm bed has progressed nicely and we have night crawlers and red worms handy if we decide to go fishing.  If not, they work the compost and multiply. The hefty volunteer tomato plants are large and healthy. I couldn't be prouder if I had grown them myself.

I have been playing with my blog on these cooler days instead of playing outside.  When the cold comes fast it takes a little adjustment on my part.  Be open with your opinion please and tell me if I need to return my blog to its previous state.

Hopefully I will be more creative another day.

Something's In The Garden...

Strange scratches by the creek...

could it be ole Three Toes walking the valley again?

The Borders are sniffing the garden,

they know a strange animal has been here.

The smell remained,

but the strange critter was gone.

The Garden Grows...

and flourishes with all the rain.

Bev works in the salad garden

and works magic.

At The Farm,

every one works,

but we still manage to have a little fun, too.

Quiet Today in Blogdom...

I can only assume everyone was raptured and I and my farmily were left behind because of our unworthiness.  Oh, well, got plenty of work to keep us busy.

tending gardens,

counting cattle,

and stopping to smell the roses.

This N That

After another rain, much gentler than the past rains but still loaded with thunder and lightning, plants are celebrating.

Hostas are huge!

Marcy's back yard garden is growing in leaps and bounds with Bev's constant love and care.

The big garden has been plowed for the second time,

rows laid out and seeds planted after this picture.

The waters are clearing from the floods.

Work continues between the storms.

Crying "Uncle"!

The bugs have won,

We give!

What I Got On Mother's Day or Down And Dirty

I got some land leveled.  That is a good gift and Hubby was grinning.  He did it because he knew it made me happy.

Or was it because I was on my hands and knees?

I was looking for arrow heads.

The spring pond is close by so I decided I would pull some moss to use for mulch in the garden.  These trees are still here from the tornado and ice.  There were more trees, Hubby has removed one now and then and finally we are down to the last two big ones.

Here's comes Hubby to mess up my play house.

He has cut the spillway so we can drain the pond lower,

remove some trees and some silt,

and generally make a mess.

Wonderful moss will make wonderful mulch

and enrich the ground.

My feet got mucked and I fell down!

Got just a tad muddy.

I did get a bucket of snails for Four Two.

Jake, my middle grandchild,

named Marcy's koi 

 when he was learning to count, thus...

Four Two.

I found a deep hole and then fell forward.

Thanks goodness there was an island.

We had stick boat races as the pond was draining.

It was hard for anyone to win with Maggie's eye on the sticks.

We did some snake hunting.

Bev found one baby and the guys saw it's granddaddy.

Can't you tell Jake in wanting in there?

Luke looking tough

Very little work was done in the garden

Everyone was too busy supervising.

The perfect Mother's Day,

surrounded by family,

every one laughing,

and I got to get dirty,

One of my most favorite things to do.

Hubby made a big pot of Gelbvieh chili,

the perfect meal for a perfect day.

Work Goes On

Leonardo da Vinci said "Art is never finished, only abandoned." I feel that way about work, too. I leave for work and my sisters keep on working.

After Den got the garden dirt in shape, Bev laid straight rows.


The raspberries are planted. Marcy told Bev there were six plants, they magically multiplied into eleven. That is more than six but they are planted nonetheless.


One tree going down...

TIMBER!!

...one down and just a thousand more to go.

A Gardner's Poem...

Marcy grew the okra

And so could you

But the spiderweb was something

She could never do.

Created at night

Bejeweled with dew

The Spider had the art

no gardener knew!