Ah June in Texas.
It’s supposed to be 103 tomorrow, did you know that? It’s so hot already I can get drenched in sweat if I wait until 10am to move 4 chickens into their run- this is not a difficult or time consuming task, just FYI.
Continue reading “Mostly Roses in the Texas Garden in June”
Do days/weeks/months even exist anymore? I can’t be the only one this is starting to all blur together for right?
Continue reading “Staying Home in Texas in April…wait it’s May?”
We are very lucky.
We have a yard to get out in and good weather, good health, and both my husband and I are still employed. The children are doing well and adjusting nicely to this learn-from-home scenario. The baby chicks are still all going strong. Marital bliss prevails. We have a well stocked fridge and pantry. And we have masks provided by our talented neighbor who sews.
Continue reading “A Good Friday and Other Goings On”
You’ll forgive me for the unoriginal blog title, I’m still a little foggy-headed over here. I’ve been sick for a week, thereabout.
Last Thursday I cancelled a work trip to Florida on the day I was supposed to go since I woke up with a fever and cough and an insanely painful sore throat. Went to the doctor, no strep, no flu, and was told “even if we wanted to test you for coronavirus we couldn’t” since there were no tests available. Cool.
Continue reading “Texas Garden in March and the Pandemic”
Thanks Leap Year, for letting me squeak this post in. Appreciate it.
It’s been fairly limited as gardening goes so far this month. The weather is mild, the backyard is still ripped up, and the leaves are finally starting to fall off the red oak in the front yard. Said yard also needs to be cut. The weeds in the back corner are JUST interspersed enough with some red poppies that are coming in to prevent weeding, and there are lots of seed packets sitting on my desk.
Continue reading “The Texas Garden in February”
Happy to report there have been no more dead possum incidents, though the dog has started digging in the garden… so couple solid weeks of “that’s a bad dog” around here.
Continue reading “The Texas Garden in November, Mostly Citrus Edition”