Sights from around Crooked Acres.
It took me a total of about 4 hours, but all the squash plants now have feed bags around them, to prevent weeds (I know it looks like a strong wind will blow those things away, but they’re held in place by landscape staples. We did this last year, to a lesser extent, and the feed bags did a great job.)
Delicata Squash. I have never had Delicata Squash, and I’m not sure why I had a packet of seeds. All I can guess is that I read something somewhere last year about them, and said “Hey! We should grow those next year!”
Turnips. I spent LITERALLY two and a half hours picking turnip greens yesterday, and only got halfway down the row. And then I spent another two hours cleaning and blanching them so I could freeze them. That is NOT going to happen again. I’ve read that you can throw them in a pillowcase, tie it closed, and then run them through a cycle in the washer to clean them. And that you can also freeze them without blanching them. Oh, and the best part? There are two humans in this house. Only one of them likes turnip greens. I AM NOT THE HUMAN WHO LIKES TURNIP GREENS. That’s four and a half hours of my life I’ll never get back.
Toasty the Rooster isn’t sure where all these baby chicks are coming from, but he thinks he’d probably better get a better-paying job to help support them. Lookin’ pretty ain’t gonna get the bills paid.
Fred brought this chick in to show to me because it has such pretty markings. Then he let Logie sniff it. I would have taken pictures of that, but I was so worried about her jumping on the chick that I didn’t think to take pictures.
Every evening when Fred and I go out to the pond to feed the catfish, the ducks follow us out and eat as much of the catfish food as they can. Remember back in The Day when we had to chase the stupid things out to the pond and convince them to stay there? Stupid ducks.
Someone pulled this (washed) styrofoam container off the counter, and Razzie found it and decided it was HERS. She carried it around the house and occasionally stopped to lick it. I let her play with it ’til she started trying to EAT it, then took it away. She was not happy with me.
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2011: Miss Dorfy loves her some Jake.
2010: No entry.
2009: She’s got a lot to say and BOY does she say it.
2008: No entry.
2007: So the dog has a safe and happy home, and since it ain’t with ME, I am thrilled beyond belief.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.