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greenstormThe goose who was my first antibiotic injection is doing well. Her wing still trails occasionally but she's tucking it up like the other one a lot of the time now, walking around a bunch, and honking at me along with her mate. They'll be released from confinement this weekend.
The night before last was, again, our maybe last frost. I've been covering my tomatoes in the greenhouse at night and they've been looking good. This weekend I plant out my squash and tomatoes and beans and soup peas and rutabaga and potatoes. Zucchini, peppers, and cucumbers are waiting a little longer.
I've moved some juneberries and started planting the older haskaps next to the Muscovy lean-to. It's a little bit shady there but I'm still planning to run some squash there.
I'm looking at my bank account and debating getting a load of compost or trying to break ground on a lot of garden in the awful old fashioned way.
It's nice and lovely warm during the day, for the most part. It's still been a dry and windy spring. There's a bunch of rain coming this weekend; it's one reason I want to get my planting done now. Cover crops would do well to be rained in too.
Avallu is blowing his coat and asking for lots of brushing. He prefers to lie on one particular side while he's brushed so he's a little lopsided right now.
I haven't seen Demon in awhile, I'm somewhat worried about him. I hope he hasn't been eaten, but has instead found some lady cats to harass or something.
I may have sold Penny's litter of piglets down to the person I got my Ossabaws from, who needs an extra large run of them for some research for U Sask. That's exciting! Apricot's babies are doing well, only 2 males to castrate (phew). Apricot is slowly getting more comfortable with me as I bribe her. Penny has learned her name (Pen-pen) and will come to it.
I'm really tired a lot and not doing well getting to sleep on time. I'm very definitely drifting away from human contact. Pretty much any time I spend interacting with humans I feel deeply un-seen. I don't think Tucker is interested in/able to reverse that trend, so we'll see how Avi's visit up here is. Either it'll shake me out of it or I'll back way up on that sort of thing.
Josh is coming up in the end of June to go bear hunting and make some sausage. That's good, because the abbatoir is booked up till January (I called them awhile ago, they were going to call me back and were not booked up at all, I finally called them again, they're super booked). So, looks like I'll be doing a bunch of self-processing this fall, probably with my work vacation time. It'll be good to get one or two out of the way with him first.
I think that's one of the things people miss when they take my food-- meat, processed or not, and veggies, processed or not. That's not just something I paid money to grow or raise, it's also my free time distilled into an object. That's why I'm so much happier giving something to someone who's worked with me to make it: to butcher a pig, to make soap or can beans or jam. Then I'm not giving them my free time, but a remembered share in our time together.
So I'm alright. Not great, but only infrequently terrible. My home country is-- there's no way to call it a first world or developed nation anymore and I can't imagine it getting better anytime soon. And people all over are getting unkinder to each other as the trauma/anxiety spiral that stands in for society these days intensifies. It's hard. I'm very grateful to be living where I am, in the country I am, on the land I have. I'm also glad my little pagan group, spread across the pacific northwest, is doing weekly zoom hangouts together. It frequently spirals into US politics but when it doesn't it reminds me that there are still folks who have some awareness of natural and sustainable systems, and who engage meaningfully with those.
Hope you're all doing well as can be out there. In modern parlance, stay safe.
The night before last was, again, our maybe last frost. I've been covering my tomatoes in the greenhouse at night and they've been looking good. This weekend I plant out my squash and tomatoes and beans and soup peas and rutabaga and potatoes. Zucchini, peppers, and cucumbers are waiting a little longer.
I've moved some juneberries and started planting the older haskaps next to the Muscovy lean-to. It's a little bit shady there but I'm still planning to run some squash there.
I'm looking at my bank account and debating getting a load of compost or trying to break ground on a lot of garden in the awful old fashioned way.
It's nice and lovely warm during the day, for the most part. It's still been a dry and windy spring. There's a bunch of rain coming this weekend; it's one reason I want to get my planting done now. Cover crops would do well to be rained in too.
Avallu is blowing his coat and asking for lots of brushing. He prefers to lie on one particular side while he's brushed so he's a little lopsided right now.
I haven't seen Demon in awhile, I'm somewhat worried about him. I hope he hasn't been eaten, but has instead found some lady cats to harass or something.
I may have sold Penny's litter of piglets down to the person I got my Ossabaws from, who needs an extra large run of them for some research for U Sask. That's exciting! Apricot's babies are doing well, only 2 males to castrate (phew). Apricot is slowly getting more comfortable with me as I bribe her. Penny has learned her name (Pen-pen) and will come to it.
I'm really tired a lot and not doing well getting to sleep on time. I'm very definitely drifting away from human contact. Pretty much any time I spend interacting with humans I feel deeply un-seen. I don't think Tucker is interested in/able to reverse that trend, so we'll see how Avi's visit up here is. Either it'll shake me out of it or I'll back way up on that sort of thing.
Josh is coming up in the end of June to go bear hunting and make some sausage. That's good, because the abbatoir is booked up till January (I called them awhile ago, they were going to call me back and were not booked up at all, I finally called them again, they're super booked). So, looks like I'll be doing a bunch of self-processing this fall, probably with my work vacation time. It'll be good to get one or two out of the way with him first.
I think that's one of the things people miss when they take my food-- meat, processed or not, and veggies, processed or not. That's not just something I paid money to grow or raise, it's also my free time distilled into an object. That's why I'm so much happier giving something to someone who's worked with me to make it: to butcher a pig, to make soap or can beans or jam. Then I'm not giving them my free time, but a remembered share in our time together.
So I'm alright. Not great, but only infrequently terrible. My home country is-- there's no way to call it a first world or developed nation anymore and I can't imagine it getting better anytime soon. And people all over are getting unkinder to each other as the trauma/anxiety spiral that stands in for society these days intensifies. It's hard. I'm very grateful to be living where I am, in the country I am, on the land I have. I'm also glad my little pagan group, spread across the pacific northwest, is doing weekly zoom hangouts together. It frequently spirals into US politics but when it doesn't it reminds me that there are still folks who have some awareness of natural and sustainable systems, and who engage meaningfully with those.
Hope you're all doing well as can be out there. In modern parlance, stay safe.
