Winter Might Be Gone, Summer Might Be Here

We had the temp reach into the low 70s yesterday.  It was almost more than we could take . . . a great adjustment to our bodies that were getting used to wearing multiple layers of clothing long after usually necessary.  'Twas, however, a glorious day and even the stiff breeze couldn't damper our spirits working outside.  It was wonderful.  (But just imagine how warm it would have felt without the wind!)

Today was full of sunshine although not nearly as warm as yesterday.  I still stripped down to my short sleeve t-shirt while working in the garden.

Papa Pea cultivated the whole field garden for me so now I can get those taters planted and trellises up and ready for pea planting.

He also ran the cultivator over the area that we've been prepping for two years for more blueberry and possibly haskap berry bushes.  We have six blueberry bushes ordered that we should be able to pick up this Saturday.  They will go in the cultivated area behind the third white stake you see in the above picture.  The three white stakes mark our little haskap berry bushes we planted last year.  I'm delighted to report they all made it through their first winter and are putting out new buds and leaves.

Maybe I should hold a contest to see what you all think these newly constructed frames are for.  They will eventually go in the garden when they're completed.  They still need to have screening attached to the sides and tops.  Any guesses?

If you read in a previous post about our new (and hopefully successful) idea of protecting broccoli, Brussels sprouts and cabbage from the dreaded cabbage moth that lays those dreaded eggs on such plants which hatch out into those dreaded worms that ultimately end up on my plate (eeeeeuuw!), you may have garnered a hint as to what these structures are for.

They will sit on top (and be fastened in some manner so they don't blow off into the next county) of 4' x 8' raised beds and the screening will keep the moths from getting to the plants underneath.  Clear as mud?  It will be more understandable once these contraptions are finished and in place.  I promise more pictures then.

I have now reached the bottom of my glass of white wine and I'm hoping I can stand up and make it into the kitchen to heat up some fish chowder for dinner.  Well, the chowder will be for my dinner.  When the chowder was served the first time around, Papa Pea saw a bone in a piece of the fish and will indulge in it no more.  (He had a really bad experience with a fish bone caught in his throat when he was a wee lad and it proved to be a traumatic experience for him.)  He has requested a cheese sandwich for dinner which I am glad to make for him.  If I can stand up and make it into the kitchen.