Both hubby and I were out in the garden by 7:30 this morning, and we had a very profitable day.
He got the field garden and pumpkin patch cultivated and ready for me to work in.
With his helpful hands and brute strength, I got the pea trellises (cattle panels . . . how did I ever garden without them?) up, and then I got the shell peas planted. Come on now, you little seeds, do your thing.
Also marked the two bean rows, but haven't planted them yet. It's a little early; I'll wait until the first week of June probably.
Planted lemon cucs in one raised bed and slicing cucs in another. Covered them both with cold frames which should enable them to get an early start without coming down with chilblains. I also planted several rows of assorted lettuces in a bed in between a four foot trellis on each end of a bed where I planted sugar snap peas. (Sugar snap peas on the end trellises. Really bad sentence structure.)
Took our first harvest of rhubarb of the season and made a pan of Rhubarb Crunch. Recipe is here if anyone is interested.
I had enough of the lovely, red stalks to make a bag of rhubarb pie filling for the freezer. My very first preserved item of the season!
Got in one bed of half spinach and half Swiss chard. Another of about a third kale and the rest beets. Got some tilling done around the edge of the field garden. That darn sod (quack grass) will sneak into the garden if you don't keep it beat back constantly.
Papa Pea got the little chicks moved to their new home outside. It's an 8' x 8' pen covered in greenhouse plastic. He rigged a brooder light for them, too, in case they get chilly at night. They're four weeks old now and just about completely feathered out. We'll keep them confined in their new abode (which is within the regular chicken pasture that's surrounded by electric fencing) for a few more weeks before opening their door so they can begin to socialize with the "big girls."
As I say, a good day it was, and I can hardly wait to start again tomorrow. But first, a long, hot shower, maybe a little drinkie-poo of the alcoholic variety, and a little reading. If I can stay awake that long.
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