The rows are filling up as the bulk of the spring planting is nearing it's end!
The main problem now is to try to find a space for everything that's gotta go in now as well as make sure some things will be done in time for future seedlings to take their place.
It is an ever changing, weather-dependent game of what-goes-where!
At least the field harvests have begun with more head lettuce and salad mix moving on out to eventually make way for the new ones.
Everything, including me, survived the heat wave and the thunderstorms with (so, so thankfully) the hail passing us by!
And as the days keep getting longer, the hens stay up later and the flowers begin to bud and bloom, so I just get up earlier to harvest and wait up to close the crazy clucks at night because who am I to disagree!
These two very beautiful and very different flying friends visited the farm.
My research shows the left one is the Ranchman's Tiger Moth and on the right is the Ceanothus Silkmoth!
The Tiger Moth's came in a pair that I found in the greenhouse before the heat wave so I moved them outside so they wouldn't be stuck in there. The Silkmoth was the size of my hand (!) and so majestic that I was awed that is sat so still in the evening light to let me get as close as I dared.
And look for those bright but kinda pale yellow Wooly Bear Moths so you can congratulate them on their graduation to flight!!
Watching plants grow is kinda my thing!
And with the fancy Dahlias bursting forth, the Basils recovering from their slug invasion, and the Raspberry canes fighting back from the late hard frosts it all makes me so happy and helps remind me why I like to help things to grow even if a lot of farm work can feel like drudgery ... it also reminds me that I need to get a low tunnel up over the Dahlias before they are too tall for their frost fabric, that the Basils need pinching, and I need to install the trellis for the Raspberries 🙄
This teeny tiny seedling is very special. I've waited to see them for many weeks. I've spent a few in despair, a few in annoyance, but most filled with hope and anticipation. Behold, the most precious and wonderful Sweetgrass □ Almost never grown from seed as they dislike germination, these spent the first few weeks under the lights in the attic before I sat near them and decided they would rather be out in the sun than under some silly grow lights, so I kept their pots sopping wet and in the full sun out in the wind, rain, and frosts, under cloudy skies and starry nights and now I have 12 (so far, out of 20). They have taught me that even the most difficult to germinate can thrive with a willingness to listen and adjust, some patience, and a bit of hope and shared dreams
What's available this week?
I'm Farmer Megan with a life full of cackles, clucks, quacks, weeds, crazy kitten, and one tiny, senior, blind dog.