Decided to try a new post format. I am a natural list maker, so I’ll give this a go. Let me know what you think.
- Number of things planted in the garden yesterday: 13.
- Potatoes – 5 varieties – just a few or each, one of which consisted of potatoes missed when we dug last year’s crop and rediscovered when Jeremy turned the garden.
- Parsley (transplanted, actually, 2 plants that wintered over in the garden)
- Garlic (should have been planted in the fall, but this might be early enough)
- Snow peas
- Swiss chard
- Pansies (not actually “in” the garden, but in pots in the garden)
- We have a very small kitchen garden with raised beds, so we don’t plant a lot of any one thing. These are all in relatively small amounts, enough to keep us in fresh, very local, chemical-free veggies for at least a little while. These are cold weather crops, and all should be fine, especially in the raised beds, which warm up more quickly, and by the house, where it is pretty protected and usually a few degrees warmer. I forgot to take a picture, but I’ll post one, soon.
- Hours Neighbor Dan the Dirty Old Man spent leaning on the fence telling and retelling the same stories: about 3. I seriously thought Jeremy was going to lose his mind.
- Number of Neighbor Dan the Dirty Old Man stories that somehow included a sexual reference: Undocumented, but a lot. Most, even. We try to block them out.
- Number of children visiting South Alley Farm yesterday: 3. Friends brought their 3 kiddos (ages 3-10ish) over to visit the critters yesterday. It was so much fun watching them have a blast feeding, holding, and generally loving the animals. They were completely and utterly entertained. The dogs were very jealous, as they didn’t get nearly the attention they thought they should. It is such a good experience, sharing the animals and their care with kids. Even the three-year old was feeding the chickens meal worms from his hands. They were fun, careful, and respectful of the animals. (Side note: Mrs. Hughes, the Old English Game bantam hen, has clearly learned the benefit of being nice. She will NOT behaving more meal worms for a little while!)
- Number of eggs sent home with the kids: Undocumented. A bucket full, because obviously they earned them!
- Number of loads of laundry done yesterday: 6. Look, I know this isn’t really particularly interesting, but is it just me or does 6 loads of laundry seem like WAY too much for 2 men in a week??? If I didn’t recognize all of the clothes I would swear somebody is sneaking in and adding to our laundry. I’m not complaining – I really don’t mind doing laundry because it doesn’t require me to stand by it and wait. (The only part I dislike is matching and folding socks, which is why they are currently in a pile on a shelf in the closet, mocking me.) However, it is a bit more of a pain when I am working outside, because my hands get filthy in the garden (in a good way,) and have to be scrubbed themselves before I go to check the laundry. And no, the 6 loads don’t inclde bedding, either!
- Amount of money found in Jeremy’s pockets when doing laundry: $1.38 It was a slow day.
- Amount of random stuff found in Jeremy’s pockets when doing laundry: 1 A plastic googly eye. Your guess is as good as mine.
- Number of times we said “No” to Guinness: Ugh. A lot. He is definitely still a puppy.
- Time that Barney and Guinness curled up on the couch for the day: 6:00 PM. Tired dogs are good dogs.
- Time that I curled up on the couch for the day: I didn’t. See above. It was the chair for me, as usual.
- Number of times Barney threw up because he ate stuff out of the trash can: 2. He didn’t do this until Guinness came here – another Guinness-induced side-effect. I even tried putting a set mousetrap inside the trash can on top of the trash, which should have worked because Barney is a wuss, but when we got home trash was on the floor and the trap was nowhere to be seen, which leads me to believe he ate that, too. OK, not really. I suppose it fell down in the can, but seriously? Time for a new, impenetrable can.
And, last but not least….
The number of paid writing gigs I got yesterday: 1!! Okay, it’s not really mine, but I am counting it. A friend has a gig to write blog posts for a local seed company and hasn’t been able to keep up so she asked me to help. I’m just a little bit excited by this. It’s not a job, not even a part-time job, but it is writing for money, something I wasn’t sure would ever happen. As a writer, it is also a resume builder for some day when I am seeking more “official” writing jobs. I get to write about gardening and other related stuff and somebody is going to give me money. Yes, a little excited.
Enjoy this Sunday however you spend it, celebrating Easter, celebrating spring, or just keeping on with life. I’ll be back with any Nan Flo-isms worthy of sharing, soon.